My convent was very strict, we wore, neck to knee tunics, full length head veils & flat shoes, we were not allowed to speak in the corridors or at mea...l times, anyone found disobeying the rules was punished. sister Margaret, the head nun, would hand out the punishment herself quite literally. I was not only punsihed by her myself but I also witnessed her discipline other sisters in my presence. sister would make the offender bend over a chair or table, lift there tunic to expose there naked. LOOSER that was all he was for me. And I liked Zahids honesty and calmness.I said thanx for letting me know about it and we would never discus it again, why to spoil mood by fretting over past. I then asked him why it that he likes me is. I expected a mature and sincere reply but his answer was just skin deep, he liked my beauty, and he was smitten by me every time I dress up well as in fests and he still remembers my pics which he saw in shorts and tank tops. Pheww!! Humpty Dumpty everywhere I. When we parted, she smiled and said, "That was nice. I can see what Paula was talking about. Can I come visit you at the hotel tonight?"She was being coy, so I played along. "As long as you realize we will be playing grown up games, you can come as much as you wish." Ohhhh ... Someone has a dirty mind. I can't wait to find out how dirty..." We stepped apart just before Tom walked in and announced that we were going to his house for lunch, and that Elizabeth should go collect her sister.The. I happily obliged, having enjoyed myself. I put two fingers around my clit and started working it, so wet now and so stimulated. It almost immediately brought another orgasm and I groaned loudly.Now, I don't know about you, gentle reader, but there comes a point during sex for me when all rational thought ceases. That is a good point to pass. I'd passed that point with the first orgasm. But there is a point not too far beyond that (and sometimes, frankly, before that) when I can no longer.