I had never actually met the Dean of Student Affairs, but it was somewhat surreal that he was talking about me. Well, not me by name exactly.“After ...eviewing the door logs, video tapes, and then discussing with both our public health advisors and counsel, we’ve come to a few conclusions. First, everyone in your building continues to remain covid-19 negative even after the several weeks of lockdown. This means that we do not have to restrict students to individual floors any more, though you can. I think back on that meeting with him and know that something in me had forever changed. No longer did I have the occasional thought about sucking a cock or maybe taking it in the ass. Cock, and the thought of serving powerful men was, and continues to be, on my mind most of the time. The memories of that day, how I became such a hungry slut, moaning like some whore and begging to be fucked, puts me into a constant state of arousal. As the months went by, my cravings remained and I satisfied. She told naughty boy. I then slowly started roaming without anything on my top. People say that I am really good looking. So, me being good looking and having good body attracted her. Sometimes she is seeing me.I don't know if she was seeing me as a woman rather than a mother. I now wanted to hug her atleast from the back. So, I started going to kitchen to help her. Now and then I started to touch or rub her and pretend that it happened involuntarily. Slowly, we both were moving freely in terms. The Abbot had not long to wait for in a moment he heard a knock on his study door. He bid the caller to enter and Paul and Fiona entered. The old Abbot sat behind his desk in his long woolen habit and cowl,on the desk in front of him was the cane he would use on this naughty boy and girl. Paul closed the door and the Abbot ordered both of his penitents to approach the table."Both of you have come here of your own free will to repent your wicked ways and to accept the punishment that I will.