Today was a day that the Archbishop was due to give the girls a talk about the value off remaining chaste and pure until they joined in holy matrimony...with a suitable Catholic male with a good job and the right attitude for copulating with the express purpose of producing new Catholics to propagate the faith.Tammy and Susan, the two “bad girl” charges of Sister Agnes were up to their usual funny business and the other girls were laughing at their dirty jokes about this boy or that boy and how. He tasted so sweet. I ran my tongue up and down the length of his shaft, moistening it ready to take into my mouth. I teased the tip of his dick with my warm lips before placing my tongue over it and taking it deep into my throat. I heard him moan as he grabbed my hair with one hand. This sent shivers to my pussy and I felt it become wetter. I slowly moved my mouth up and down his dick, massaging with one hand at the same time. I felt myself gagging against the length of it but didn’t stop. I. .. she couldn't!Nothing, no countless hours of fear and worry, could have prepared the terrified young girl for what the lecherous Hawkins did next. His hand darted forward, his face still snarled in the contemptuous knot of hate and lust mixed obscenely, and Sarah reacted instinctively, fully expecting to catch the brunt of an awful, punishing blow for her disobedience to his wanton will. But it wasn't a cruel fist or stinging palm that crossed her flesh... instead he only closed his fingers. He’d lost interest in the music business. There didn’t seem to be much point. But today he’d happened to wander into his office for something and remembered that he probably should take a look. There wasn’t much. It had been months since he’d sent anyone an email and the spam filtering software he’d installed took care of most of the junk. There were a few things. He opened one from someone named Melissa Fleming. Hello Daniel Burnham, I found your email address online and decided I really.