Between the services in the gaps of two hours or so, all the work of the Convent was to be done. Sister Lucia spent most of that time on her knees, sc...ubbing the flag stones of the Convent floor, in the other Sisters' cells as well as in the common areas. It took three of the Sisters working full time to scrub the entire Convent every day, which was essential, according to Mother Superior.Promotion would come as each new Sister professed her vows. Sister Lucia could look forward to rising. Then he took the silky material and rubbed it across his cheek. With a smile he pushed the panties into his pocket.Janet could feel her lips swelling and her juice begin to run onto the counter. Slowly she uncrossed her legs, her knees still together. She watched as Chris reached his hands out and touched her knees. She started to say, "No touching" but nothing would come out of her mouth. She allowed him to push her knees apart until the skirt prevented her legs from moving wider apart."Oh. I don't remember what they said, because, when they got close, I was struck by their faces. They looked like a younger version of my mother. They had the same little upturned nose, and their mouths had the same arching upper lip, that left their front two teeth exposed, when relaxed. Of course, they weren't exact copies of her. Their grey eyes were slanted, betraying their Asian heritage, and their hair was dark brown with light brown highlights, not the dark red my mother had.Their voices were. His hands slowly circled to her rear and he squeezed hard, which made her open her mouth to protest, but he took the opportunity to slide his tongue into her mouth. His tongue swept over her teeth and she shivered as he continued to plunder the secret corners of her mouth. When he once again broke this kiss for air, she falls weakly to her knees and gasps for air.He follows her into a kneeling position where he kisses her once lightly before he trails kisses down her neck until he reaches her.