I could hear my wife filling up my colleagues coffee cup on the other side of the wall as I was pumping Rachel full with my load. I knew that Rachel c...uld orgasm quietly, I had seen it twice. Now I had to stay quiet as well, even though I wanted to scream as my semen was pumping out into Rachel. I held one of my hands on Rachels belly, and there were movements in there as we orgasmed together. It excited me even more. When I was done, Rachel gently pushed me out of her and away. She quietly. ..where was I? A hospital! Had I been captured already? Was this an army hospital?"Ah, you're awake! Good! How do you feel?" a female voice asked in English, with a distinct British accent. I looked at her. She was an older woman, dressed in black garb...not a nurse...not military?a Nun! "Where am I?" I managed to ask, slowly turning my head and looking around, still a bit groggy. These weren't nurses, they were all Nuns, but some wore white full aprons. Others wore traditional. I took the elevator up and, when I got off, I was in the lobby of the offices as they had the entire floor. I checked in with reception and then went to the chairs and couches in the waiting area to wait for my meeting. As I looked up, I saw a tall beautiful brunette woman in a light blue form fitting dress, with a dark blue jacket, reading a fashion magazine. She looked up as I approached and, although a bit heavy with eyeliner, she was magnificent as she smiled broadly at me. I sat down. Not only did they occupy the whole of her rib-cage from just below her shoulders down to her navel, they stuck out fully ten inches in front of her. I could guess at her bust measurement, but I won't. (Yes, I know that will infuriate the sort of reader who reads this sort of story, but guesswork never was any sort of reliable guide in these matters. Tell you what, if you're very good, we might get to measure them later on in the story, if I remember to fit it in somehow).The coffee was again.