Of course it couldn't end that easily. Jack wouldn't allow it. He approached us, that same spiteful look on his face. Before long, he was blocking our...path."Get out of our way," Mr. Taylor said in a voice so calm that it scared me."It's not over, Stephanie Taylor. It's not over," Jack stated bluntly."Get out of our way or I'll kill you where you stand," Mr. Taylor nearly shouted. What scared me the most was that I think he meant it.I didn't thing he would, but Jack complied, a devilish grin on. They usually took a name of one of the more popular previous nuns who had either retired or passed away.They sat on the long bench in front of her desk. Their novitiate uniform was a combination of blue and white and quite different from the official nun's robes. It almost made them look like volunteers at a soup kitchen instead of nuns in training.Sister Julie was obviously the one in charge of the pair of miscreants. She had that look in her eyes that spoke of firm control and impure. She then put on a matching bra and panties set, black and grey with lots of see through mesh areas. She fixed her hair and makeup and led me back out into the living room. She made herself comfortable as I put on music for her, and poured her another glass of wine. Soon there was a knock on the door, and my heart started beating fast because I knew I was going to get to watch my Mistress get fucked, and that is definitely my favorite thing in the world. I was still not sure if I would. The only sight I want to see is you, naked, fucking my brains out!” she giggled.I noticed that she didn’t blush when she said that. That, in and of itself, was an important sign that Jeri was changing in many ways. And, mercifully, she hadn’t used some corny romance novel line!“I think we can manage that,” I said with a smile.“I started taking the Pill, too. So we don’t need any condoms!”I was happy Jess hadn’t reimposed that hard-and-fast rule, and in this instance, I was confident that there.