Hi
You asked about the Nuns trampling me in Pretoria, well I had to go to the capital to see about organising help to distribute the large amount of food that had arrived to be given out to the masses. At the mission hall I had to apply to the bishop for permission to enter the Nuns quarters, which he gave. This permited me to move within the walls of the mission freely.On seeing all the young maturing women dressed head to foot in black with white wearing open toed leather sandles,( you know the old well worn type with paper thin sole and straps over the front ) boy did I get a hardon I felt like laying on the floor and letting them walk on me but this was pure fantasy, however I do have a way of turning fantasy into reality. I had to snap back to reality and continue on to the office, when I entered the front door I was aware of a very large woman standing in the hall waiting for me, good morning she snapped morning I replied.
What a battle axe I thought, she showed me into the office and sitting at the desk was an old friend of mine I had not seen her for 35 years, the last time I remember her was when she trampled me at a garden party and I was so full of food I puked all over her feet.
Any way here she was sitting in a mission field office! Wait for it! In charge of organising the mission work and the camps. Well we spent a long time talking over old memories I even brought the conversation around to her trampling me. My heart gave a flutter when she remembered me puking over her feet. She asked me if I had gotton over those feeling's of wanting to be trampled, I said no and asked her if she would trample me for old time sake. To my total surprise she said YES.She then got up and made an excuse and left the room, when she returned she had three young nuns with her about 28 years old dressed head to foot in black and white, wearing those sexy old worn leather sandals. I would like you to meet some friends of mine she said they hate men and joined the mission field to get away from them, but are frustrated at not being able to hurt them. Do you mind if they trample you as well. Hallelujah I wispered thank you god my wish is soon to be fullfilled! Where, when, and how soon, I said.
The grounds had a large vegatable patch with neat rows of veg in, I layed down between the carrots and waited,I looked up and saw four nuns coming toward me they were walking in single file down the row the same row I was laying in, as the first one reached my feet she stepped onto my c--- and walked up onto my chest stepping over my head, as she passed over I could see her white panties. The next one stepped on to my stomac chest and just missed my face. The third and fourth one stepped on my c---, chest, and face and continued walking down the row. As I waited for them to return my old friend came and asked me what I was waiting for as she had sent the nuns to tell me to go to the office. I was confused, what was going on! Have I stumbled on a mission hall filled with man hateing woman. Any way I went into the office and layed on the floor in the middle of the rug in front of these four women all dressed in black and white. One of them stepped forward onto me as she went and locked the door. She had on black stilletto shiny shoes which winded me. (I had expected sandals) She came back and stood on my chest then walked onto my stomac, the next one placed her sandal on my face and stepped on it followed by the other nun.
The woman with the stillettoe's stood the whole time on my abdomen occasionaly treding my c--- as she instucted the others where to tread. When she got off me the other three gave me such a trampling with their well worn sandal's.
I passed out, when my old friend in stillettoe's stepped on my neck. When I came too I was in the sick room with the large nun wiping my brow. She wanted to know what happened I told her that I had an old crush injury and passed out with the heat in the room. How could I explain letting nuns trample me. I got my help and plenty of trampling I can say that my best time of my life was spent in the camps. I became a volunteer for all front line duty in the bush knowing that I could be trampled by whom I choose. Its supprising the amount of natives who think nothing of trampling people. They trample with no feeling's at all for the person underfoot.

Bye for now.