While consumed by my worries of what might be in store, the guys seem to have worked out a deal with the newcomers and all at once there are several s...ts of hands on me. One slips a couple fingers into my dripping cunt, finger-fucking me and I am unable to control my hips which work to match his rhythm while they all get a good laugh at my desperation. Another has pulled his cock out and is rubbing it all over my face and stroking it, cackling and pulling away when I can't help but try to. I actually thought for a moment that he just might be possessed and that he might need an exorcist or something. He was thrashing about and speaking in tongues. Well he was speaking in Latin anyway. He was also spanking Sister Bernadette’s bare ass as he thrust into her. She did not cry out. He then reached up underneath her habit to grab onto her breasts. I couldn’t see it but I knew that was what he was doing to her. Sister Bernadette finally let out a few muffled sounds of pleasure before. "Yeah, my worker said that once the baby is born, my aid will go up some, but I don't know how much. And I don't know what my expenses will be then, either. We will just have to wait and see and figure something out."Then, to change the subject and get off all the doom and gloom of her situation, she asked about me. "So tell me, Mark, what's life for you been like after high school?"So I started telling her about what I'd been up to. My life hadn't been nearly as dramatic as hers. I told her. “And don’t think that you will ever see her pussy because that will never happen, do you understand?” Martin confirmed.“I understand sir, thank you for letting me see her breasts.”“You have now seen her ass and tits but you will never see her pussy!”“I understand,” I replied.I left them alone and I worked myself off in my bed before falling asleep, happy and fulfilled.The following morning I took their coffee to them and Jen was sitting up in bed with the sheet draped across her tummy; her.