Say hello to the nice Mistress, first." Chantelle held out her hand in greeting and Marie shook it gently while Alex and I watched the exchange. Marie...appeared a little flustered, then smiled. She brought the back of Chantelle's hand to her mouth and kissed it lightly. Chantelle nodded and Alex gaped. He steered his wife past us into the salon muttering something to her, and Chantelle turned to me and winked. I didn't know what it was about her. She was amazing. Figuring almost all of the. .” “Okay! Okay! I’ll think about it!” My voice was almost a yell, cutting off his protestations mid sentence. “But I’m not saying I’ll do anything with anyone, understand?” Alongside me, my husband beamed with pleasure. “That’s all I ask, darling. You never know, you might think it’s a good idea after all.” We lay side by side in silence, Peter looking a little pleased with himself; my head full of contradictory emotions. Whatever I told myself about cheating being unthinkable, the idea of. .too much.As they were walking along Morgan noticed that they were being followedby a little girl. She kept far back and away from them but she could seeher moving and watching them. What struck her the most was that shelooked far too young to be a student at the school, she was no olderthan seven or eight but walked around like she belonged there and thewhole school was her playground.When they were on their way back towards Schuster Hall, Morgan finallyasked who that little girl who was. There she was with the wimple and crucifix, but also with the astounding rack she was hiding behind her tight fitting blouse. He just couldnt seem to connect a nun to big tits. Oh dear girls, I just dont know what to do if we dont find that church tomorrow, we may have to drive back all they way to Utah, Momma said with a dramatic sigh. Oh no Mother Mary Margaret Helen!, Faith exclaimed in fake shock. Momma shot the redhead a look, she clearly didnt like the name but was now stuck with it. She.