The last thing either of us needs right now is to have the Sheriff come out here.I could tell Ryan was worried.“Don’t worry Ryan; I’ll be alrigh.... He’ll scream and yell at me for a while, and that will be it.”“When will I see you again Meg?” Ryan asked.“Not sure honey. Probably have to keep a low profile for a couple of days. Give dad time to get over it.”“Call me girl. Let me know everything is OK.”“I will.”“Promise me, Meg.”“I TOLD YOU, I WILL” with a little hint of being annoyed. I gave. Yes! She could certainly use a break right now!And then the words, spat out with such venom, of the other woman in the ladies room, came back to her! What had she said? That's right! "Try Browns in Shoreditch - you'd go down a treat there - bloody whore!"Suddenly the thought of spending a few hours in this place seemed a little less attractive! It was obviously no place for a respectable lady. But! She had ceased to be a respectable lady, the moment she had agreed to this ever more shameful. My wife was so hot a complete stranger desired her. But she was mine. Janet, my wifes best friend, walked beside Alice in a borrowed dress. Like Alice, she had been a heavy girl until my wife injected her with the bimbo solution. Now she was a gorgeous MILF with even bigger titties than my wife. And she was just as dumb. I had easily convinced her to suck my cock for her treatment and to let me fuck her ass while my wife licked her pussy. It had been hot. Ryan, Janets husband, was a complete. Every move, every glance, every gesture hinted of an underlying eroticism that would be impossible to quantify but was tangible none the less. Audrey had always considered herself quite attractive but, beside these nuns, she felt positively frumpy. She caught Susan's eye and it was clear her friend was having the same thoughts.After breakfast they were escorted to the Mother Superior. It came as no surprise that she was the red-headed woman on the throne the previous night. She was seated in a.