I lifted her tu-tu and and pulled the crutch of her costume to one side and the tights down just enough. before she realised what was going on I slipp...ed a couple of ice cubes into her arse and plugged it with a medium size butt plug. she werent too keen on that either and wiggled around like a fish out of water, moaning into her gag. i have this thing about wet crutches in knickers, so I stood back and waited for the ice cubes to melt. while waiting for the wet patch to appear, I re-adjusted. David seemed quiet to her at first, but she soon found that any attempts at conversation were foiled by the sound of the Jeep. They sat in a brief, comfortable silence, with only the white noise of the engine and the road to accompany them. After they arrived, David led Maggie into the house. She noted, without surprise, that his house’s interior was minimalist. The furniture was sparse. What décor she could see, though, was warm and homey. It smelled like strong black tea and mint and smoke.. You just close up and won’t tell anyone why. I just want to help you. I just…’ I trail off as the first tears fall. My hand slips from his shoulder and slides down his back to my side. He turns around, bending his head and suddenly his lips are against mine. They’re warm and a little rough, but not pushing or demanding. Just…comforting, somehow. I kiss him back as he slides his arm around behind me, placing his hand on the small of my back and drawing my body to his. I wrap my arms around him. The driver got out and it was only then that I recognised him as our local Garda! He took the girl, handcuffed her with her wrists behind her back before opening the boot of his car up and forcing her in. Closing the lid, he then looked around before driving over the bridge and, after turning the car about, returned the way he'd come back towards the Convent.When the rest of us arrived 'home' an hour later, the Father was waiting and, taking us into what I now think of as the Training Wing, we.