I guess I’d done the right thing complying, not fight them. I again quick glanced back at my sweet fuck buddies but they were gone. There was no sig... of them. Did they set me up for this? Bring me to the nunnery knowing I was going to assaulted? I didn’t care to be adorned by a bunch of the faithful, just wanted to have sex. Sister Jane gave me a wink and a grin kind of evil.Suddenly I felt I was completely removed from the moment, day dreaming brought on by the over zealous mysterious handling. I immediately felt bad about my choice, but it was a lose-lose situation in any case.My mom walked over to me, gave me a hug, and whispered in my ear that she, Bethany, and I were going to try to get away from this unpleasant situation and start fresh as a family. I looked over at my dad, who was now sobbing into his hands, with a strong feeling of guilt. The representative saw me looking over at him and said that I was still going to be able to see him; sometimes. This made me feel somewhat. It was kinda nice."Can I paint you?" I suddenly asked Craig as we sipped our beers later that afternoon."Me? A model?" he asked with a small grimace."Yes, the handsome, young, college sophomore snowshoeing across the frozen tundra," I answered laughing, as a vision of Craig, clad in a three piece, pinstriped suit with a toque on his head flashed through my mind."I'm not going outside," he promised but then asked, "and according to dad you claim you can't even paint a vase of flowers these. With his ankles together he looses his balance and falls to the patio floor. She came up with some tie wraps and soon his hands were lashed wide to post above his head. Face up, confused, and beginning to whimper, he crys out "Sasha are you going to let them do this to me? I look up and see this lady I still don't know opening a bag, She sticks a dildo in his mouth, Straps on another one and says, One word out of you and we roll you over as she strokes her fake dick. She whispers something in.