It was not at all surprising to Innocence to discover that Sister Charity had applied to transfer to this Convent, and she was delighted for her when ...er transfer had been accepted. On the evening of the day that the Mother Superior had given her the written confirmation of the transfer and the date on which her appointment would commence, she indulged in a marathon masturbation session which frightened even Innocence. She flung herself bodily against the wall, thrusting her fingers deep. I hadn't even heard the door click shut when my mother pounced.She pushed me against the side of the stall and crushed my lips with her like we hadn't been able to kiss in months. Except it was only yesterday She was licking my pussy. My mum's hands held my hips tight to her as I caressed her face and neck with mine. My mum slid her hands up my back to the clasp of my halter and unfastened it, wiggling just far enough away to allow the strips of cloth to fall between us.A gasp escaped me as her. We sat at the table with her husband and mother. The way she was looking at me was pure desire. I hadn’t yet had a kurta (traditional wear) and she told me to follow her to one of her elder k**s’ bedrooms. I did, leaving my friend with her husband and mother. She shut the door and found a kurta fite for me in n one of her k**s’ closets. She brought it over to me as I sat on her k**’s bed. She then kissed me passionately and I felt electricity course through my veins. Her hand then rubbed my. Hand cuffs came next, arms in front of her, her eyes wide with genuine fear. A man with a camera appeared, this one a shifty looking blonde Germanic soul that spoke Dutch as well, she was by now pleading in Dutch for mercy that was obvious, but they ignored her for a while, then gave leather man, gave her a backhanded slap to silence her, which it did, very effectively. She lay quietly crying on the straw floor, waiting for the men to do whatever they were going to, too her, or with her. Even.