Her hands were folded in prayer, with her fingertips touching her chin, and her sharp breasts peeked around her forearms. Except for the veil and her ...old cross, she was naked.“Sister Patrice,” she said, “I’m ready for my test.”She crossed herself with her right hand and with the fingers of her left combed the soft curls of her pubic hair. The flesh below was cool and dry, but there it was, the rubbery bead that would keep her out of the convent if she couldn’t control herself.It didn’t. As I left the house, she casually asked me if I could see the postman along the street, mentioning she was expecting a registered parcel. Having closed the door behind me I headed down the road, only to see the postman delivering around five doors along. I knew it would only be a minute or so before he arrived, so imagining her having to scramble around some for some clothes amused me somewhat. The thought then occurred that she may just think it was me returning and simply open the door as. It was then that the Doctor asked me to turn over and lay on my back and once again I was requested to make various leg movements to test what movement I could achieve without discomfort and pain, but this time as the assistant caressed my thigh her hands reached further up than I think she realised (or maybe not!) and her finger caught my testicles and the touch sent shivers through my body and I was definitely aroused by her touch and there was no denying that. Within seconds my limp. So what?"Emily sucked in a deep breath in disbelief. "Vicky! Are you out of your mind! You can't be that stupid! What's the big deal? My god, girl. You brought a strange man into your home. The home you share with your husband! Into your bed. The bed you share with your husband! And invited him into your body. Your body which you supposedly promised was exclusively reserved for making love with your husband!! You did this behind your husband's back while he was out of town. Obviously, you.