I notice that the tip of her tongue is poking out between her lips. ‘I can see that, you little urchin,’ I say, squeezing her buttocks through her...skirt. She looks at me, softly chewing on her bottom lip. Her cheeks are flushed and she seems to be pondering something. I notice that her nipples are pressing hard against the material of her violet and blue striped t-shirt. Leigh catches me looking at her breasts and smiles, a pretty American smile that seems to fill her whole face. Crouching. She still needed to return the favor to her sister and she didn't want to wait any longer to do so. Bree looked at Trina as she lay on her shoulder. Trina looked to be fighting sleep as well. Bree could feel the shyness creep back into her as she thought about what to say so she could have her turn handing out pleasure to her sister. She finally mustered up some courage and went with the direct approach. "So my turn now?" She said looking down at Trina. All thoughts of sleepiness seemed to fade. "Close the door,girl," the Abbot said,and come over here".Orla closed the door and walked over to where the Abbot was sitting. She had never been this close to a monk before and first thing to enter her dirty little mind was,' what does he were under his habit,bet he wears nothing',The Abbot was sitting on an ornate,straight backed chair. He was wear a long black woolen habit with a thick,long black strap around his waist,he wore a scapular and cowl. On his feet he wore thick woolen socks and. He raised her left arm, and shackled it to the wall, then her right. He pushed her legs apart and shackled each leg in place at the ankle. He looked into her eyes. Shane noticed his eyes were a little soft. "You okay." She broke the game. She knew she wasn't supposed to speak. He was taken back, that she'd spoke. She rarely disobeyed the rules. "Shane?" he questioned. "You look hurt." She replied. She didn't want the game to be over. But knew something was plaguing him. "Did I say you could.