She placed her hand on my penis and said u get hard very easily and she sat back and started typing. I sat near her not able to understand whether it�...�s all real. She quickly finished her typing work and stood up to on the printer and when I looked down I saw two milky boobs in red jacket. She said don’t peek naughty boy and be a man and touch it.I slowly slipped my hand into her dress. She was wearing saree for the event and her saree slipped away slowly. I was pressing one of her boobs very. Poor Sister Annabelle, beautiful Sister Annabelle, wow Sister Annabelle. I smiled, sighed, and laughed until I cried. It was delightful but was it right? Could this be what my purpose was on this earth, in this life? To repay these ladies with pleasure for all the joy they had given me.I brought it up with Sister Angelina that night in my room as I prepared for my shower. She was beside herself. She was not naive; she had much knowledge of the outside world as she had ministered to people with. ...but that's another story!) Anyways, she satisfied my sexual urges with handjobs and the occasional bj but by the time I was 16 I needed more and started grabbing her panties from her gym bag. Oh were they awesome!! She'd wear the same pair all week just in gym and shower and change afterwards, but for that hour she was in gym she sweated..........A LOT!! She always wore just plain white cotton panties and let me tell you, they'd soak up the butt sweat and pussy juice and little squirts of. Salty sweat ran into her eyes, making them itch and burn. Sweat oozed under the coarse ropes binding her arms and legs, and the raw areas caused by her struggling against the tight ropes were stinging. She and Lynn were bound together like mummies, legs stretched out straight, crisscrossing ropes wound around their bodies from head to foot.They were both stark naked, and their sweating flesh was glued together. Lynn's skin felt hot against Jenny, irritably hot. You goddamn hot bitch, Jenny.