Asian Catholic nun's charity. - Sex Stories

Asian Catholic nun's charity.

... she submitted to what she felt was Divine Guidance and moved to join their Holy Order. Soon she became Sister Mary Atchara and was able to stay in her own home town, giving back to the town that needed help. Soon her parents moved away for better opportunities, begging her to request transfer away from this blighted town, but she insisted on staying. Sister Mary was particularly moved by and anxious to help the elderly and mentally handicapped, feeling that they were an ignored and abused part of society and she worked diligently to aid them, all the while satisfying her own burning fetish for the Catholic Church. Now this town have only few hundred people(less than 300) and remaining only few necessary facilities, and although the Church was small, with only Father Mahara, the Mother Superior and two other Sisters besides herself, Sister Mary confidently believed that they could ease any suffering, cure any ill and help anyone who needed them; today was a particular case that seemingly shouted for her attention. Only this morning, Father Mahara had gotten word of a recently abandoned mentally retarded man whose sole surviving family member had died, leaving this simple man-boy in his poor rundown house, all alone. Directed by the priest to check in on him and to bring him a hot meal, Sister Mary was to once again try to entice him into coming to the Church for shelter and safety. He had been on his own for almost 3 weeks and was a pathetic site, barely able to find food ...

... and shelter for himself. Sister Mary Atchara had heard that others had tried to take him to the Church to care for him, but he was afraid of leaving what was left of his home and was frightened by the with the strangely-dressed Priest and Nuns. Sister Sister Mary Atchara was determined that this lost little lamb would not suffer alone any longer and decided to show him that the Church had indeed a great deal of love to share with him. She gently called his name as she stepped in to his hovel through a broken, open door and he looked at her with a frightened, puzzled expression on his pink fat face, watching her black presence as she came through the door like a fearful child and not as the 46 year old man he actually was. Speaking in a soothing tone, Sister Mary Atchara introduced herself and asked him if he would like to enjoy a meal with her. Sitting on the dirty floor of his rundown living room playing with a discarded doll, whole all of his house is in quite poor condition and have only few really necessary furnitures, he looked at the food basket she carried and back to Sister Mary Atchara's tender face and slowly nodded his head, still showing some reluctance but desperate for a friend. As she took the containers of food she had cooked for him out of her basket, Sister Mary let him know that he could eat every day at the Church if he would come home with her, but he shook his fat head vigorously, sending his dirty hair flying, saying, "Noooo...scary people there, nobody ...