Mary and Agnes were quite committed to each other in all ways, both spiritually and physically. On those evening when they had the opportunity to join...as one in Mary's bed, which was located in a rather secluded part of the convent next to the kitchen, allowing them some degree of privacy, they would cavort like a pair of young does in the forest. It would be fair to say that each knew the other's body to a degree hard to believe. Every possible nook and cranny had been explored, revisited. At first she was limp, like a doll, just letting her boss use her body, rape her for money. He came the first time that night when he saw tears rolling down her cheeks while she grunted, feeling him forcing her to keep her legs opened while he buried his cock deep in her pussy.It all seemed so long ago. She was a very different woman now. She got used to her new job. She learned to enjoy it too. Her mind gradually switched from shame and humiliation to fun and joy. It was only sex, after all.. At times I would rub her leg and tell her she felt tense, I would try and come up with conversations so she would think that I was being professional about the rub down on her legs. I am sure she must have felt my erections a couple of times which I was hoping she would not say anything and thankfully she never did. I started to rub her inner thighs like an inch from her vagina but ofcourse it was over her pants. I tried to reach up more but her alarms stated going off by telling me to lower my. Do you learn that in school?” She said as she leaned forward, putting her elbows on her knees and resting her chin in her hands. She stared at the doctor across the top of his desk. “Let me assure you Ms. Millen, that type of behavior is not condoned by the American Psychiatric Association or I.” Leaning a little further forward, but continuing to rest her head in her hands she said, “You mean like having your patient lay across the arm of the couch were the rest of your patients lay pouring.