“Sit up.” she ordered. “Natasha said you had a wish (in the note). I have decided to grant your request. Here is a glass of my royal fluid.”Th... step-dad was not only quite thirsty but delirious with submissive passion to consume his wife’s piss.Rather than savor with slow sips, he took a swig from the glass to rinse his mouth of the ash and swallowed the piss and butt. His second swig finished it. “Stand up.” she ordered.She fastened his wrists once again to the corners of the doorway. “You. Finally she eased my desire, slipping a single finger between my lips. She slid it up and down my slit, coming close to, but not touching, my swollen clit.This slow torture seemed to last forever before she finally began to softly rub my aching pearl. She pressed her finger into me, and I gave a long, desperate moan, my head rolling back and my legs spasming wildly. She rubbed my clit between the two fingers of one hand while tickling my insides gently with a finger from the other. I was going. That little comment made me smile and helped me relax a bit.Next she asked me to stand erect and she placed a cloth tape measurearound my boobs, and then around my chest right below them, recordingboth numbers. She took each of my arms and lightly pressed her fingersinto the skin, making comments about my obvious lack of muscledevelopment and also the peach fuzz that passed for hair growth. Thenshe had me hold out one hand with fingers extended, and although shemight have liked my long fingers. Allison couldn't help noticing the way the nun was dressed in a long black habit, a black veil,white coif and a thick long black strap around her waist which swished from side to side when the nun walked.They stopped outside a door and Sr.Frances knocked once and went in,Allison followed.The room was lit by candles,which cast shadows around the book lined walls."Reverand Abbot,this is the girl you were told about,Allison Whitley,"Sr.Frances said. Allison could just make out a middle-aged.