"I always take them off for him so he can touch me."The finger moved over onto the gauzy little panties."He says I've got a beautiful little cunt." Yo... have Candy." I croaked, my bloody voice sounded like it was coming from somewhere else."But you've not seen it Mr Smithson," she giggled, "You might not like it." I'm sure I will Candy." My teacher likes to lie on the floor and let me stand over his face Mr Smithson." Oh God." Is your cock getting hard?" Yes."She crooked her finger under the. In her mind the two personae, Molly and Sister Lucia, fought for control. Years of training won, and Sister Lucia dismissed all thought of Molly, except as someone of whose sins she had been painfully aware, and whose problems she had taken upon herself.With a confidence born of months of dealing with different strange men, Sister Lucia demanded, "And where am I to go, in this condition? On the streets as Molly, I suppose." Oh dear me, no," said the Monsignor, "Most definitely not, think of the. Someday he's going to want the children I can never give him and he's going to hate me for that. Oh Goddess I cannot live to face that day. I cannot!"Frustration and despair threatened to consume her. Her sanity, like her slender form, teetered on the edge of a dark abyss. She desperately needed answers to questions that defined her very existence."Why have you done this to me Goddess? Why would you put this girl's heart in such a prison? What could I possibly learn from being trapped this way?. The skirt was naturally simple to remove. That left only the bustier above the waist. I turned around while Julian deftly undid the hooks. As he held the piece to the light, I could not help but compare this disrobing to the times Sean had done it. My skin burned a bit in memory of the lash. I needed to do something about that.Julian completed his examination. He clucked at a couple of things, then tossed the bustier on a pile and told me it would be ready next week. I had expected this and.