I didn't want my friends to think I was some sort of slut or something. Looking back, though, it was sort of inevitable that my behavior was going to ...et me into trouble. That day finally came in the midst of an unseasonably hot January heat wave in southern California where I lived.Every January my mom went on a three week vacation with six of her closest friends to Las Vegas. During that vacation I stayed with my grandpa. He lived close to us and there was even a bus stop near his house so. There was much discussion as to who would become the Mother Superior, with several of the older sisters firmly considered as the only possible candidates. The process of selection was well defined; a suggested new Mother Superior would be elected by the Sisters from among their number, by a secret ballot. It was forbidden for them to say for whom they had voted, or to canvass votes on behalf of themselves or anyone else. A Monsignor O'Leary representing His Eminence the Cardinal Archbishop. The contradiction was greatly enjoyable (for me), and ended with her simply repeating ‘fuck you’ as she obediently turned her face up to receive my load of warm sticky cum. Lunch at a suburban restaurant ended with dessert at the home of a fellow diner, an Indian-American woman in her mid twenties who was (un)fortunate enough to catch my eye. Dusky and pretty, with expressive eyes and a trim physique despite having given birth a few months ago. I exchanged a good night’s sleep for her and her. She helda color wheel up to my skin, eyes, hair and nipples and recorded thecolors. She said it was important to have the right color clothing toenhance my natural skin tones, hair and eye color. She gave me a smockto wear and told me to see the make up lady.The make up department was next to wardrobe. I sat in the chair and shestudied my skin to see how much base to apply. She said that I was verylucky to need very little as she dabbed it on with a small sponge. Nextcame the blush in several.