"Camay soap and cosmetics..." Camay soap, cosmetics?" Again the Mentor held up his hand.There were also tubes of Nair hair remover, I knew about that...stuff, Ionce shared a flat with a girl, a platonic arrangement and she had left atube in the bathroom. It had been a particularly grotty morning and Ihad, mistaking it for toothpaste, squeezed some onto my toothbrush. Ittook fifteen minutes and a gallon of mouthwash to get the taste out of mymouth. To give credit where it's due, I have never. "Gossip??" I repeated in a question."Sure. Gossip tells you who's sleeping with whom and why and what they got out of it. Then you watch to see who moves on to what next."I was quiet as I thought about that. I could picture him sitting up in his office listening to all the office gossip and watching girls walk by guys shaking things a bit more, maybe groping a feel here and there. Or waiting to see who'd end up in the supply closet for a quickie after lunch. Maybe seeing who was coming back to. However what he found amazing was how meek she was when it came to confessing to her Father Confessor and then submitting herself to the punishment that would be inflicted upon her by the Abbess. It had been five weeks ago now when he first discovered the room while looking for a quiet place to read.As he sat among the old manuscripts stored in the room he had suddenly become aware of mumbled voices . He had looked through the key hole of the door which adjoined the room she was in and had. All of them sat down in a circle giving a good amount of space for her in the middle.All of them were in 50-55 age and they were taking their time to feel free and get hard I guess.They were not excited like me.They had their plans.Saumya aunty was standing in the center.Patel switched on the tv and played our video in which she was getting banged in doggy style.All of them were abusing her looking at it.Someone said,”See this filthy bitch fucking like a dog in the outdoor.”She was being.