"You, a filthy child of Satan, can leave the Convent tonight. Out of Christian charity we will give you a shift, and a pair of sandals, but that is al...."Sister Elizabeth burst into floods of tears and begged the Reverend Mother to let her stay. She offered to do any menial jobs that the Mother Superior wished to impose on her, and to do any penance, and to live on bread and water, if only she could stay."Furthermore, before you leave, I will scourge you thoroughly," continued the implacable. So, all started to look at me. I started to take push ups and all were clapping and encouraging me. I crossed 50 and took up to 70 and gave up. And 3 more guys tried and nobody crossed 50. So, I was declared as a winner and I got a gift too. The anchors took some pictures with me and few clapped and encouraged me and they started another game. I just left the scene.As I was hungry, I went to the KFC Restaurant on the same ground floor, I ordered some Crispy Chicken n started to eat. Then one. The daggy old tea towel was perfect as a means of cleaning up the mess. It hadn't been used at all and was probably cleaner than any of her own clothes. The soft cloth felt good against her twat and she rubbed it for longer than what could be considered a clean up. She was now entering into the realm of masturbation and when the cotton gave way for her fingers, she knew she'd stepped over the line. She watched the Asian gentleman as his head bounced against the windows and she remembered her. She was a quite a lady to turn heads around, but I have this principle of not mixing business with pleasure. So, we had a very healthy friendship at that time – no sexual intentions whatsoever. But then life moved on and I switched my job to Delhi. In between, we had sporadic contacts on social media and all.One day while chatting on Whatsapp, she told me she was coming to Delhi on an official purpose. We planned to meet and naturally, we were excited. So when my ex-colleague came to Delhi she.