I offered her for a massage & she said ok, I went out & got an idea I opened the refrigerator & bought a bottle of honey, It was chilled & I asked her...to get down from the Floor she asked what I am doing, I asked her to just enjoy every moment she said ok, I started pouring honey & her boobs on her lips & started to lick it she was enjoying & she took the bottle in her hand & made me stand & inserted my dick in the bottle itself & she started to lick my dick ,she started to lick it aggressively. Certainly the erring priests who would have the opportunity to meet her at the College of Correction and Redemption would not be disappointed in her looks and figure.Her thoughts were interrupted by Sister Immaculata scratching at the door for admittance.The Sister stood before her Mother Superior with her head bowed in shame so far that her Swiss wimple threatened to fall off. The Reverend Mother thought she was the very picture of abject disgrace. A memory of the naked body of the Sister. I could barely talk when I first met her. "Hi, Mrs. Hazelton," I uttered. "Hi James. And it's Ms. Hazelton. But you can call me Heather." Heather. The name and image burned into my mind. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever met. Now, flash forward to 2011. I had just turned 18 in June and football had started and I was on my fourth year starting on varsity. I was the wide receiver and Scott was the quarterback. Over the summer, I saw a lot of Heather, but when the season started, I saw. They didn’t ask the price, but for most of my stuff, including when I am doing detective work for someone, if you have to ask, you can’t afford me.“And for this to work,” I added sternly, “it will have to be a surprise to everyone, including you. No one sees what I have built until the night of the party.”“We agree,” they again said in unison.“OK, then,” I said, trying to hold my stern demeanor against the onslaught of their beauty, their sparkling eyes, and their smiles. “Now get your pretty.