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As religious ambassador to England, sister Catherine has been sent to North Africa to speak with an islamic ambassador prior to the upcoming world religious summit. The islamic ambassador, Fatima has organized a one on one luncheon with sister Catherine. "Good afternoon, sister Catherine. It's a pleasure to meet you." Fatima smiled with her low, feline eyes. The lower half of her face was obscured by her niqab. Sister Catherine curtsied. "The pleasure is all mine, Fatima." Fatima stood slightly taller, about an inch, over Catherine and had a much fuller figure- not fat, healthy with thick meaty thighs, full breasts and and a generous, inviting ass. Her thick body filled out her black garment so that although it was entirely obscured, one could glean the perfection laying beneath the thin fabric. Sister Catherine could not avert her eyes- she felt immediately ashamed of her feelings and cast her eyes to the ground, blushing. "Much hotter here than in London I assume." Fatima