Sounds of someone moving off of something echoed in the small room and the door to the stall next to me swung open. In the dim light I saw the only th...ng I needed to realize who it was. The long blonde hair flared around her long, thin face and those icy blue eyes held me in my place. Even the image of her in person was enough to give me butterflies and feel so shy. That black Beatles jacket was zipped open, reviling that she was wearing a blue plaid shirt with an All Time Low tank top under. The food was a thin soup with potatoes and other vegetables from the garden. To drink there was water. Marie had never tried wine or juice made out of apples or pears.“I’m so excited, I wonder what Father Luis's sermon will be about this time,” said Sister Anna who sat opposite Marie. She was the same age and had been sent to the cloister when her father had found her in the stable with the stable boy doing dirty and unholy things. Marie had never dared ask exactly what Anna had been doing. But. "Honey? Ron? Anybody home?" my dad called out again. "Just finishing my homework, dad!" I called back to him. He mumbled something then I heard the refrigerator door open and close, so I guessed he had grabbed a beer and was going to watch the evening news on TV. Mom was definitely making sure she got every last drop of cum as she was still working my cock wantonly. Finally I grabbed her head and said, "Mom, I really think I came a few minutes ago!" She looked as though I was taking away her. He must be looking for us.”“Yeah, I really hope so,” said Amy from inside her glass prison cell.Just then, a loud alarm rang out through the control room. Several of the computer screens started displaying the following text:“TARGETS ACQUIRED – NEURAL LINK BEING ESTABLISHED – COMMENCE EXPERIMENTATION”Clara tensed. She suddenly felt very vulnerable, naked as she was. “Amy? What’s happening?”“I don’t know Clara!” Amy exclaimed. “I wish I knew. Just relax. I’m sure everything is going to be.