I quickly made some story about one of our biggest clients would be in town that week, and it wouldn't be wise to take off just then. She seemed disap...ointed, but never raised the question again. I knew she would not understand my little week I was planning so I needed to get what I needed without Myrtle's knowledge. I opened a new credit card under my name only and ordered some size 8 black heel pumps with 4 inch heels. I also got a couple pairs of control top pantyhose, black and white sheer. She was sobbing softly and trembling, and he knew she had to be scared half to death. So he just held her and patted her on her back. Eventually she calmed, and he moved his hands so she could pull away from him when she was ready. When she did so, she looked down at his shoes.“I have dishonored you,” she whispered.“Suki felt the same way when she got here,” said Bob, smiling. He reached to gently lift Fumiko’s chin, until her dark eyes were exposed. “By American custom, you have not dishonored. A minute later, thinking about the incident, Terri knew that technically, for that split second, her son's cock had been in her pussy. True, it had just been the very tip and it had been covered by panties and dress, but was that any different then being covered by a condom? The thought was so erotic, that her pussy flooded with moisture. She had certainly never considered her son a sexual being, or partner. She was happily married, and although her husband had had a stroke three months earlier. I had heard of whippings on bare bottoms of males and females of humiliation by both nuns and monks of males and females. I had heard of nuns and monks travelling to universities to punish naughty students,I had heard of boyfriends and girlfriends being stripped naked in front of each other and spanked and flogged for having sex outside of marriage;the stories I heard were endless;however I would finally get to see for myself,Wednesday finally arrived and I made my way to the convent. I was.