Over the years I learned all that I could about lingerie. I learned what size panty fit me best. My bra size and types of slips I would love. The size... of pantyhose that fit me best. I become obsessed with lingerie. I started to find nighties and learned about control garments. Found that wearing a girdle would get me so excited but would restrict my ability to get hard. It was the ultimate tease. My collection grew and grew. For years I would never toss out any panty or bra even if it was worn. She got the bath basin ready and then knelt down and started sucking my pecker. This was the first time she had actually sucked on it and it felt so good. Her breasts were just out of reach as I still had a difficult time bending and reaching. She must have known that I was getting close so she pulled off of me, kissed me on the lips and then sat on my pecker, sliding it straight inside of her pussy. I had been feeling her pussy with my fingers, but now it was the best feeling of all. This was. She’s so fucking hot prancing around shamelessly in just her blue bra and a miniskirt. ‘Holy fuck!’ Abbie gasps after she kisses me, grabbing my head and wrenching it to one side, leaning in closer to inspect me. ‘Ow! Abbie, what are you doing!?’ I moan, but she doesn’t relent, holding my head steady as she studies me. ‘Who the fuck did this!?’ she nearly screams, looking angry as she looks at me. Oh shit… I think. ‘I’ll fucking kill him!’ she declares, still holding my head to the side. ‘Does. It was difficult physical work. The Sisters of Eternal Service didn't believe in using modern equipment. Unlike the wondrous automated glass houses of the neighboring properties, the gardens of the convent were worked with hoe and shovel.While she worked under the hot sun each day, she struggled to understand her new life. Why would anyone do this to herself? The questions tortured her. What sins were so horrible as to warrant the removal of all memory? How could she bind herself into servitude.