Not quite sure what to make of it, sister Mary Elizabeth nodded andbowed her head once again but was conscious of Father Matthews presenceand his prox...mity to her. When he reached down and ran his hand underher veil and unfastened the back of her collar she closed her eyestightly and whispered an Our Father. Hearing her soft voice in prayercaused Father Matthews to harden to the point of pain and he reacheddown the front of her habit to grab her breasts and pinch her nipples.She felt the hard. I glanced at myself in the mirror. My long dark brown hair was awful, long, dark and unruly — what bad bed hair! It was normally so neatly pinned back for work, looked like a wild animal had escaped from the zoo and taken up residency on my head. The hot water streaming over my naked body felt good as I wakened myself slowly from my deep sleep. I rubbed the complimentary soap bar over the soft skin of my breasts, and noticed how hard my nipples were.My mind slipped back almost to my dream state. I winced slightly but smiled as my breasts jiggled. “Is that all or do you have anything else? You’re only wearing those bikini bottoms so there can’t be much more.” Marked asked. A blush rolled across my face as I hesitated. “Mayyyyyybe! There might be one more thing,” I said with a playful smile on my lips. “What?” Mark asked with an eager smile on his face. I didn’t respond with words. I just held my hand out and with one finger pointed down. “No fucking way. Your CLIT?” I stood there biting. She missed Midnight so much. Ever since that exciting night when the animal had fucked her, she had been unable to think of anything else, and she felt as if she were living only for that wonderful moment when she and her horse would be reunited. Then she knew that she would be happy again.During the past week, she had finger-fucked herself so many times, she had lost count. And she had even let Nate fuck her again a few times, even though the man's cock paled in comparison to Midnight's. Just.