It was forbidden for them to say for whom they had voted, or to canvass votes on behalf of themselves or anyone else. A Monsignor O'Leary representing...His Eminence the Cardinal Archbishop would hear the choice of each of the forty-odd Sisters in the confessional and would convey the consensus to the Archbishop, who would confirm the choice, or not, as he saw fit. It was unusual for him to overrule the vote, but he could order a second vote if he considered the selected nun to be incapable,. "Get under the table on your knees." I slid under the table as ordered.At least from down here, I didn't have to look at Larry, just his dick. I began to suck it in short fast strokes to keep from hitting my head on the table. Above me, I could hear Mistress and Larry talking about something. God knows what.As they spoke, Mistress's foot found my it's way up my leg. The tip of her heel found the middle of my panties and with a long scratching raking motion, she lowered my panties to half staff. Marlowe was young and easily excitable. A Marine since just after he turned fourteen, he was now closing in on seventeen. He’d not seen combat, however. Combat tended to drain the excitability – leaving the person more stoic or dead. “There are some interesting bits of equipment he designed in Aisle twenty-three.”“Really?” Marlowe said excitedly. “I’ll have to go back and check it out. I mean, he was really flying around down there. They were shooting at him and he was like ‘Nope’ and just. " No problem honey, finish your drink and I'll make you another if you want, then we'll get dinner finished."We did not have a family, just the two of us, so as usual it was just the two of us for thanksgiving, not that it bothered either of us, we enjoyed each other's company. But while we talked about general stuff, my mind kept going over what mom had told me. Mom was still a beautiful woman, even if she had just turned 40, her boobs looked great. Even when she first had them done, I told.