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Expecting the worst he assumed was coming and not knowing what else to do, Ethan retreated back to his room, too worried and introspective to consider going out with Jonathan amateur into town, instead just procrastinating in his room, tidying, sitting, standing, just thinking about what could happen, where all this could lead. Katherine for her part spent a little time tentatively searching for Priscilla, but couldn’t find her, Katherine even went so far as to ask the other sisters, albeit anxiously, if they had seen her but to no avail, so Katherine retreated to the seclusion of one of the chapels, unsure as to what Priscilla was doing, maybe hiding, maybe speaking to the Mother, she just didn’t know. On her knees before the stained glass saints, she prayed. Not for forgiveness, for she didn't believe that pleasure was a sin but a gift, but that Ethan would be spared any misguided punishment that would blowjob befall her. She knew many of the Sisters, especially the matronly older group, would never begin to understand her actions and the purity behind them, but she prayed that they would recognise Ethan as the sweet innocent boy he was and not to expel him from the path of wonder and enlightenment he was taking at the school. Minutes bled into hours for Katherine as she prayed, expecting at any given moment she would be asked to attend a private meeting, but the invite never came. The day trickled away and Katherine and Ethan both independently wondered if this not knowing, this fear of what was to come was the penance they had been given to pay, or perhaps just the first part of a larger sentence. Ethan was sat on his bed, with no real understanding of what time it was when he heard a knock at the door, he felt his heart skip a beat as he stood, swallowing and stepping towards the door, his hand hovering over the door handle. It could be Priscilla, it could be the Mother, it could be Katherine… He opened the door and felt his heart sink as he looked into the gaze of Sister Priscilla. “Could you come with me please?” "Sister Katerine, I-" Her voice, soft and gentle, questioning and feminine had started, before she drew in a sharp breath. Priscilla stared into the open room, at the tall Nun, her habit raised up to her waist, a thick python like appendage sprouting from her crotch buried deep Hardcore inside the bent over body of one of the students. She had looked at Katherine, the two making the briefest moments eye contact as she stared through her glasses, wide-eyed at the scene before her. "S-Sorry!!" She stammered before closing the door as quickly as she could, feeling her cheeks practically blazing with fire as she all but ran down the corridor away from Sister Katherine's classroom and the image that was now seemingly etched into her sight. She had to go to the Mother, to tell her what she'd seen, it had been inappropriate, it had been sinful, it couldn't be allowed. She swallowed as her run slowed to a purposeful stride, her cheeks still alight with colour even as, with meaningful steps, she marched passed the door to the Mothers room. What was she doing? She had to let her know what she had seen? Didn't she? Her feet carried her further away and Priscilla found herself once more picking up the pace. Telling the Mother was important, of course it was, but something more pressing was coming up that had to be dealt with, something she couldn't put off. Sister Priscilla party knelt in her room by her bed, head bowed and her lips moving as she prayed, prayed for guidance, for understanding, for strength. None of these things, however, came to her, as her hands slowly stroked up and down her impressive, rock hard length. She asked for the strength to stop what she was doing, but she only squeezed harder, massaging the steely length in her hands. She asked for understanding, but all she knew was that what she had seen had given her this needful erection that she fought so often, sometimes leading to her feeling frustrated and pure, but more often than not, impure and satisfied. And she asked for guidance. She respected Sister Katherine and thought her to be one of the kinder, more Godly Sisters in the school, it would be in times like this when she could not relate to the other Sisters that she would to Katherine who always seemed to have time for her and seemed to understand. But on this occasion, she felt alone. If Sister Katherine indulged in such practices, were they truly as sinful as she had been led to believe? She had often wondered to herself, laying in her bed, feeling the cold firmness of the mattress bringing her discomfort and the warm grip of her hand on her cock bringing her pleasure which one God would really want of the two of her. She shivered as she felt her cock throb in her hands, grateful for the strength in which the image had burned itself into her mind, the gorgeous Katherine, tall and well proportioned bending Ethan, young and slender, handsome and with a kind smile, over her desk and, she gulped at the thought, 'fucking', him. She hadn't seen or experienced that since she had worked her way from a life of dependency with the devil to a life of service with God and her memories of it made her want for it all the more. She had to tell the Mother, confess what she had seen though maybe not how she had reacted... But the more the thought bounced around her head the less it sounded like a good idea. The Mother would judge without understanding, something like that wouldn't be fair? It wouldn't matter if Katherine's thoughts and faith were pure and true, in the eyes of the Mother it would be a sin regardless. What Katherine needed and deserved was an impartial movie judge, someone who knew what doggystyle she was feeling, someone who could take all sides into account and decide whether Katherine needed to be truly punished. My cheeks burned as I glanced at Malcolm. Milan has a morning wood. My hands sink down to these perfect ass cheeks of hers, spreading them apart as I try to get more of my tongue inside her. So I really had hide my excitement from the wife couldn’t risk my wife noticing. "Are you ready to meet your match!" expressing in his face a strong desire to satisfy her to the end. “No,” she scowled. “Here ya go,” he said, handing her the phone. 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