Mary Josepha escapes

"Iek!"

A faint squeak, like that of a small bird, escaped her throat. People were looking at her from all directions and the first cell phones were pulled out.

Mary Josepha stumbled backwards until she bumped into the sturdy bars of her cage. She tried to cover the essential parts of her body that had been revealed to the public with her hands and arms. She knew, of course, that it was actually too late. Everyone around her had already seen much more than she would have liked. And above all, everyone had noticed what she had done. Even if they hadn't heard the piercing scream of pleasure - which was more than unlikely - everyone had seen the final seconds and the overwhelming end.

Her face lit up brighter than a red traffic light. At least being completely naked had one small advantage: no one could tell she was from the convent.

"Hey, that's a nun!"

The enthusiastic shout came from the right. A couple of boys in soccer shirts had spotted the clothes hanging on the hooks and guessed right.

To Mary Josepha's horror, the clothes rail had been pulled back at the same moment as the tent panels came rushing down and was now hanging outside the cage. The naked woman quickly rushed towards them and reached an arm through the bars to grab the clothes. She was **** to give up half of her privacy. Choosing the lesser of two evils, she covered the dark triangle of curly hair under which her labia, irritated by her self-indulgent play, stood out bright red and swollen.

No matter how hard she tried and stretched, the garment remained out of her reach. She could just about touch the smooth fabric with her fingertips, but was unable to grab it and pull it towards her.

Embarrassingly, she had to squeeze herself so tightly against the bars that her ample bosom was also squashed against them and pushed upwards, creating an impressive and attractive display for the onlookers. The boys had long since pointed their cell phones at her and the incessant clicking of the cameras clearly showed what they were doing with them.

"These are great photos for the Unseemly Sisters."

"Yes, now I finally know what I can do with the new account."

"I'll upload some right away."

Mary Josepha didn't understand what all the nonsense the boys were chattering about meant and ignored it. The only important thing was that she managed to get out of sight of all these people.

All attempts to get to her sister's dress failed. And she couldn't bring herself to ask the cheeky guys for help. On the verge of panic, she looked around to see if there was any other way she could escape this nightmare.

Her eyes fell on the door, which she had latched herself. With a cry of relief, she rushed towards the exit. But what if it was suddenly locked automatically too? What should she do then? Doubts overcame the fugitive. She tugged frantically at the latch and - phew! - reluctantly and squeakily, it moved. Head over heels, she rushed through the door.

"Oh!"

Hundreds of fairgoers strolled between the tents and stalls and were suddenly confronted by an unclothed, mature woman who stormed down the alleyway with her head bright red. Countless faces turned towards her, mostly surprised and for the most part amused. Was that part of the show? The carnival was somewhat frivolous and featured a number of sexy attractions. But this was clearly a class of its own!

Mary Josepha sprinted off, one arm clasped around her bouncing tits, the other hand clamped firmly between her legs. Of course, she had nothing to cover her backside. And so she was followed by countless wolf whistles and catcalls, while people gazed after her plump buttocks, which wiggled back and forth as she ran.