Including s****r Constance. Benedict loved the confessions of the s****rs as they told him there intimate secrets without any embarrassment or shame ...nd he would urge them to reveal all to him and describe each intimate act and thought. Dismissing the nuns who he considered plain and sexless with a few ‘hail Mary’s’ and a good act of contrition each morning he would select three or four s****rs for punishment as penance. s****r Constance, a pretty twenty nine year old with the usual Austrian. Something came over her andshe forgot all about stopping the guy, just stood thereand let his hand touch her leg and slide up her innerthigh. She started getting control of her breath again, andsomewhere in the back of her head she could her herselfsaying, “Don’t do this… don’t let him do that…” butshe wasn’t paying any attention any more, she justcouldn’t resist touching his T-shirt and run her handsover his chest, looking at his face and. I stood up and patted her head."Good girl, Miss Bliss." I said.She smiled at this and crawled a circle around me then placed her 'paws' up on my waist."Rrrrrufff"I stroked her chin and she licked my hand.Locking the door I led her into the living room and sat on the couch. She sat in front of me and laid her chin on my knee.She made another whimpering sound.I motioned for her to sit on the couch with me and she leaped up and curled herself into a ball to my left. Burying her head under my left. An unbearably intense sensation rushed outward from my center, spreading through my body. I knew I was breathing too hard, too quickly, but there was no way I could control what was happening to me. The warm, melting feeling filled me completely, flowing out into my fingers and toes until my skin burned and everything turned hazy and indistinct.A long time later, the room was much brighter; I was feeling groggy, as if I had too much to drink the night before. I came slowly to my senses,.