I looked so sexy and started to get excited atmy own reflection. That was an old feeling, vanity. My hands werewandering over my satin sheathed breast...s, feeling my hard nipples throughtwo layers of lovely, sexy fabric. My hardness, swathed in a mass ofsatin, taffeta and net petticoats, all in black, was trembling withexcitement. I found myself slowly drifting off to sleep.I awoke to the feel of soft hands undressing me of my finery. Alice hadcome out and now sat on the side of the bed and had. A bible on the desk was opened up to Matt 19: 8-9. Catharine was horrified at the state of the room. "Oh my god what have I done?" she thought. Then from his private facility, Cardinal Vogue burst into the room. He was a mess. His hair was undone, his robes were wrinkled, and his eyes looked of a man that just went to war. "Sister Pamfry, what are you doing here?" he asked, he was horrified to see her. "I came to check on you, I haven't seen you around since yesterday." . She gave me another smile and then walked over to the door to the dressing rooms. As she went inside, Diane was heading to the front of the store, stopping at an occasional rack to pick out a skirt or two before continuing. I was still trying to decide what to do next when Diane turned back and then stopped in front of me. "Hold these." She said as she thrust a pile of skirts and slacks into my hands. She then continued over to the dressing room door and knocked on it, passing a skirt to Wendy. Saira asked me if I would help her sister Nazia. She needed some help at her place. Ready to oblige I agreed.The next Sunday she took me to Nazia’s place. It was just a few minutes drive away. Saira Introduced me to Nazia who was the same built as Saira but 6 years younger. She lived alone since her husband worked in Dubai and would come on a vacation once a year. I helped her with her chores. She then requested me to help her set up a Skype account on the new laptop her husband had brought. I.