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Sister Purity
Going through Hanleigh’s pockets, I had found lipstick. Why not? What better way to bring my voice loud and proud then with fuck me red lips?
After dropping her robe off at her room, I walked to do my first prayers in front of the idol. It took everything I had not to smudge the stuff off my lips, not wanting to be a disgrace.
Feeling unusually happy, I almost bumped into Sister Paloma. She looked down at me with irritation, asking me if I had seen Sister Hanleigh. I lied and said No. She raised her eyebrow at my speaking, but walked away. She scared the shit out of me. I never wanted to cross her.
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Father O’Rourke
“We didn’t have an appointment right now did we, Purity?”
“No, sir.” She purred.
My dick got hard hearing her voice. Holy shit, she was so going to suck my dick and gag loud for me.
“Need some extra attention?” I asked.
“I was wondering if you could meet me at Father Clarence’s office in thirty minutes?”
Curious, and stiff as a brick, I agreed.
Chapter 9
Father Clarence
It wastime for Purity's lesson. I needed it more than she most days. I was thrilled when I heard the rap on the door until I saw the ludicrous color on her face.
“Take it off.” I ordered immediately.
“No.”
Whipping my head around at her voice, I glanced at the calendar realizing she could speak now.
“Regardless if you can use your voice or not, you do not tell me no.”
“No. I am no taking the lipstick off, now get on your knees, Sir”
She walked over and locked my door. Not sure where she was going with it, but I saw her grab the mask, so hesitantly I undressed and dropped to my knees. This was a new game, and I wasn’t sure I was going to like it.
“I invited a friend.” She said as another knock came at the door.
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Sister Purity
Inviting Father O’Rourke was a stroke of genius. These two men needed to scratch each other’s itch as it were.
“I don’t understand why I am here.” Father O’Rourke started in until he stopped when he saw the other on all fours.
“Well I have a solution for you both.” I said conversationally.
“Your voice is heavenly.” Father O’Rourke situated the bulge in his pants.
“Father Clarence needs to be taken care of, by a man, as often as you can.” I nodded to the man who had not offered anything to say as of yet.