Her entire life was ruled by the prayers of the Breviary, each at their ordained hour. The day started, often before sunrise, with Matins; this was fo...lowed by Prime; then Terce; then Sext; then None. As the names implied, these were at pre-ordained intervals of three hours through the day. Finally, Vespers ended the day. As a Novice, attendance at all of these services had been expected; as a Sister of the order the only possible excuse for non-attendance was if the Sister Infirmarian decreed. Imagining her being fucked by her new lover as I lay awake listening to the couple having sex in the room next door.On the other hand, all this time alone was making me feel super horny and allowed me time to jerk off as often as I liked, sometimes up to five or six times a day.I'd become addicted to trying out new ways of masturbating, occasionally switching things up with some anal play, which made me come even harder.When I wasn't in my room fantasizing or playing with myself, I was helping. Greg leaned forward, whispered something that she could not quite hear, and put his lips to the opening of her vagina. Stephanie nearly jumped from the table. Every nerve in her body was excited, agitated, and sensitized to the effects of his kiss there. For his part, Greg had seen the droplets of her moisture that had seeped from her body, and could smell the aroma of arousal. He pushed the tip of his tongue into her quickly, moving it around as much as he could. He could feel her body. It must be awful.’ She had a sympathetic tone to her voice. ‘I feel like I’m dying, like I’m drowning and there no way for me to get to the surface to breathe. Then sometimes, I hope I don’t make it to the surface and it will just end.’ The hand on my shoulder quickly became an arm around my back. She pulled me into her and I just collapsed. I had no strength and was to week to fight back the tears. I know most men say they don’t like to cry and I am no exception but I couldn’t fight it.