But today she thought she would have to check things out. She drove the 60 km between her house and the asylum in a record 2 hours. She stopped far away from the gates and approached the place on foot. It was obvious that the security guard was a drunkard - he lay in a heap at the corner of the little room in front.

Uma approached the classrooms. It was as the nuns had described - no fans - no teachers, and very little to help the students. She looked into the classrooms and was surprised to find the inmates healthy looking boys in the age group 12-18 years. She stared at them and they stared back - zombie like. Uma went into the classroom.

"Hi! I'm your friend! Can you tell me your names?" she asked loudly.

In answer all she got was a little bit of gibbering from the crowd of boys with blank smiles. She stroked the head of the sweet boy on the front seat. He looked handsome enough to be on a convent choir.

"Anything in here?" she asked tapping his head. No answer. She moved on to the next two students.

"What about you?" she asked the teenagers, feeling a growing feeling of excitement about the whole thing. They smiled. Uma came out of the classroom just in time to see the picture of a Chritian Ayah coming up the stairs. She got talking to the ayah, introducing herself as a reporter for a well-known local magazine.

"There are no teachers here 'cept for the nuns," she said.

"I've been working here for the last 24 years... they don't pay me anything...

But I got used to it see. Them nuns don't come here on Sundays. I serve them boys lunch and dinner on Sundays before I goes home... Them boys are like cattle y'getit? And my husband Joe -the watchman- is a good-for-nothing drunkard," said the ayah.

Uma thanked the ayah and gave her a few words of praise about the work she was doing. She was starting to cream between her legs with the mention of the word 'cattle'....

"I've got to be going home now" said the ayah 'cos today's a Sunday and it is already late... I've fed the boys a little early. If you want to have a look around, go ahead - I've got work to do," said the ayah as she left.

After the ayah left, Uma walked back to her car quickly. She removed two ampoules of morphine and a disposable syringe. She spiked the ampoules. Enough to keep a watchman asleep, she thought. Joe the watchmen stirred in his sleep as Uma gently spiked him. She then parked her car around a sharp corner away from sight, took a cover from it containing some clothes and ran back to the watchman.

She slapped him to check whether the drug had taken effect. No movement. She sang all the way to the classroom. On the ground floor, she found a small auditorium where the children used to pray. It had a small stage with a podium and mikes and also lights that focused onto the stage. PERFECT.

In five minutes Uma had got the entire group of retarded boys to assemble inside the auditorium and she locked the doors from the inside. She went into the room close by shut the doors and changed - into an absolutely micromini figure hugging outfit which left very little of her body to imagination - and she wore no panties underneath. She came onto the stage and addressed the gathering with all eyes and lights focused on her.

She asked the boys to remove their dresses and started by demonstrating it for one of the boys.

Soon, the entire teen gathering was stark naked. She had them stand in a straight line, as she stood on the well- lit stage. This was cock heaven. She slyly lifted her skirts to reveal her dripping cunt to the crowd. She walked around, selecting the best dicks using her sense of touch, taste and smell.

She was very wet down there and she needed urgent relief. She bared her breasts and asked the young sweet boy to step on stage. She guided him to kneel in front of her with his mouth and eyes open. Slowly, she lifted one of her legs like a dog and let go of stream of sticky cum- soaked pee in his mouth with a squirt. As he spluttered, she buried his face in her cunt. She looked hungrily at the cocks around her. She called 6 of the best boys to the stage and assembled them into a tight circle. She had the sweet boy lie down on the ground and she straddled his mouth. She then started to suck on the cocks by turn. Soon she had their love boners in her hands. She announced each boy's orgasm by a squirt of piss into the unfortunate sweet boy's mouth.

She had done all the boys except the fine dark specimen of a 15-year-old dark boy. She had saved him for the finale or the encore. She asked all the boys to clap as she reached for his black cock. She made the dark boy sit down on the chest of the poor unfortunate lying below her and she mounted the black cock with a gasp of pleasure.

Then it happened. The weight of two people on his chest made the sweet boy gasp for air... and as he did, Uma taking full advantage of the situation, freely and forcefully evacuated her bowels into the mouth of the young lad with a savage grunt of satisfaction, touching a new peak in the process, taking the dark boy along with her to a fantastic orgasm. The boys then filed up to lick Uma's union with the black boy clean of the various juices and love shit, which dripped from their just copulated organs.

Uma was going to be cumming here often... and preferably on Sundays.

The End