The basement was where the after-party was held. It was almost like a retarded cousin or a sibling whom the elders try to hideaway from all of their f...iends. And it is in the basement where most of those who have gone beyond their own limitations address addictions and shortcomings in quasi-parliamentary fashion, a town meeting-cum-revival ceremony that is both secular and quasi-spiritual, totally neutral from any denominational influence, and patterned off of a series of steps or suggestions. I told her I'd like to go for a walk with her, and discuss how things were going at the orphanage. We went out the front door, and started walking down the street, towards downtown Bolling. At first, Sister Clara asked me about my parents, wanting to know if we were all getting along good still. I told her things were going well, and that I felt very much a part of my new family. I told her about my new room, and about the school I went to. All the time we're talking, we're still walking. “Actually, she’s been doing everything I tell her to do.” As I lay quietly, she drew down my zipper and fished out my heavy cock. She wrapped her warm hand as far around my filling cock as she could and started shucking it up and down. “How are things going there?”As my brother gave me some of the details about the funeral, Emma got to her knees and slipped her hairband off her wrist and quickly pulled her hair back into a ponytail. She leaned over my midsection and lifted my thick cock off my. She was strict and enjoyed listening to the excuses of the penitents before her,but no matter what they said ,or how much they pleaded and cried,the Reverend Mother had no doubt already made her mind up on the fate of the penitent.In the Secret Court,the full title of the court being, THE MOST HOLY SECRET COURT OF REPENTANCE , the following people were permitted; Reverend Mother (judge), Sr.Briget ( assistant to Reverend Mother),Scribe (myself), Sr.Bertha ( a large nun who called the penitents.