I felt her move in my dazed slumber and then the joys began to bring me to consciousness as she gently sucked my flaccid cock down her throat and bega... swallowing actions that forced my eyes to grow bigger by the moment along with the thickening meat she gulped every bit of down her gullet without so much as a twitch of discomfort. I raised my head as I lay prone and watched her head go up and down slowly along the shaft as it grew fuller and more rigid by the stroke of her throat. I. Her love for him had been burning insider her like a furnace. "Tis a sin!" They would say if anyone found out, but Sister Pamfry didn't care anymore. She loved Cardinal Vogue and he loved her. It all started a few years back. Sister Pamfry, then known as Catharine Pamfry, had just become a nun after throwing away her life of greed and deception. She came to the newly built St. Joan of Arc Nunnery in Domrémy, France. It was a big change from her life in America. The other nuns there took. Then I made a passing comment, forgetting she had no idea what I was talking about. I simply said, "I just hope he doesn't get too drunk and take that monster out of his pants tonight." Her she poked her head out of the shower....."What?" "Oh yeah, guess you don't know that. He has a massive cock, I mean really something crazy big. And when we were all younger, people used to make him pull it out during parties." "Kinda like a freak show," she joked. "Well, not really, I think the ladies liked. I stood there, completely naked as he watched me for several minutes before getting up. He came around the desk, picking my panties up from the floor, then showing me a safe where there were at least a dozen others.“See, you’re not the first, nor will you be the last. Smart women know how to use all their tools to get ahead,” he said with a big smirk.I couldn’t speak or move unless he wanted me to, no matter how hard I tried. He placed my panties with the others, and then it began. His hands.