I asked her if she had taken a bath and she said no, as, since the call this morning, she was busy with her Mama and Mami, helping them pack.I gave he... a towel and a small soap and shampoo (both taken from hotels) and told her to bathe, change and then we can have breakfast. I left her in the room and closed the door and went to the kitchen to finish making breakfast…. Omelette and toast. It took me about 10 minutes to make breakfast. I washed my hands and went to see if all was well with. “But, oh Sister Abigail, maybe you can help with something else.”“Of course, if I can.”“It’s my prick, it’s uncomfortable, and maybe you can help.”It was Abigail’s turn to blush.“I’m not sure,” she mumbled. “Maybe Mother Clare…”“Oh no, please, Sister Abigail, she couldn’t do anything. Only you. Please, just look.”Abigail was not sure about this, but she pulled back the blanket. She couldn’t suppress a little gasp of shocked surprise. Peter’s shift had somehow become pulled up around his waist,. The one good thing that had come out of the affair was that Vee was, at last, genuinely convinced that there was now no future for her at all with Jeff; we had been worried that she still had some feelings for him, and we could finally try to find her a new boyfriend without worrying about her going back to Jeff.To cheer Vee up a bit, we took her shopping, down to the small shops in the Arcades.Julie had remembered to bring her gold charm bracelet back from home with her; I had promised her a. A swift, second open had slap of the same breast resulted in no verbal reaction – just a sharp inhale from my very excited wife.“You will need to learn the vernacular terms” Dave instructed, “since we will be engaging in very adult activity. Do you understand, slut?”“Yes Sir” my wife responded with a hint of a smile.“Good Girl” he replied, still holding her left nipple. “Then what am I holding here?”“My nipple” my wife responded.“And your nipple sits on top of your…..” He continued.“My.