I have been looking at your history, and one thing puzzles me. Tell me, why did you become a nun?"Sister Lucia was at a loss as to how to answer that,...but an answer was required, so she decided to tell the truth as she saw it, "Reverend Father, I..."Monsignor Flavin interrupted her, "You address me simply as 'Master', not as Reverend anything. I am your teacher and Master while you are here, not your confessor."Somehow she heard the capital M on the word Master and shivered slightly."Sir, I. There was no missing the Eastern aspect, as the warm balmy nights in Singapore, was as far east as you could get, from a wet cold Scandinavian country like Sweden.It was where my Grandfather taught at a renowned collage, now an established University, and my mother was schooled as a young teenager, around thirteen, 'Of course', she would say, 'we were all acting older than we were, competing with Thai's who were older, but looked as young as we were, so competition was stiff, but not as stiff. It landed with such a slap. Before she could even start to contemplate trying to scream my hand was back in orbit, and then it rained down twice more onto her arse.I brought my anger under control long enough to realise where we were and that the pub would start closing soon, its customers spilling out onto the street to witness me tanning this young lass's arse in the middle of the road. Fortunately no cars had gone by in the last two minutes either.Grabbing & twisting her arm again I bent. We were playing with our tongues. I call it as tongue fight. We had tongue fight. We kissed so much that our mouth was dry completely.Now I was kissing and with my right hand I was playing with her soft wet pussy which was eager to take her soul inside her, and on the other hand I was playing with her hairs. She was holding my face with her both hands. I remove my hand which was on her shoulder and crashing her hairs to open her blouse. I was trying to open her blouse from on hand but unablr to.