None of these things, however, came to her, as her hands slowly stroked up and down her impressive, rock hard length. She asked for the strength to stop what she was doing, but she only squeezed harder, massaging the steely length in her hands. She asked for understanding, but all she knew was that what she had seen had given her this needful erection that she fought so often, sometimes leading to her feeling frustrated and pure, but more often than not, impure and satisfied. And she asked for guidance. She respected Sister Katherine and thought her to be one of the kinder, more Godly Sisters in the school, it would be in times like this when she could not relate to the other Sisters that she would to Katherine who always seemed to have time for her and seemed to understand. But on this occasion, she felt alone. If Sister Katherine indulged in such practices, were they truly as sinful as she had been led to believe? She had often wondered to herself, laying in her bed, feeling the cold firmness of the mattress bringing her asian japanese discomfort and the warm grip of her hand on her cock bringing her pleasure which one God would really want of the two of her. She shivered as she felt public her cock throb in her hands, grateful for the strength in which the image had burned itself into her mind, the gorgeous Katherine, tall and well proportioned bending Ethan, young and slender, handsome and with a kind smile, over her desk and, she gulped at the thought, 'fucking', him. She hadn't seen or experienced that since she had worked her way from a life of dependency with the devil to a life of service with God and her memories of it made her want for it all the more. She had to tell the Mother, confess what she had seen though maybe not how she had reacted... But the more the thought bounced around her head the less it sounded like a good idea. The Mother would judge without understanding, something like that wouldn't be fair? It wouldn't matter if Katherine's thoughts and faith were pure and true, in the eyes of the Mother it would be a sin regardless. What Katherine needed and deserved was an impartial judge, someone who knew what she was feeling, someone who could take all sides into account and decide whether Katherine needed to be truly punished. She would go then, she would go to Katherine's and talk to her. Priscilla bit her lip and gasped, feeling her cock twitch and throb as her climax hit her, her hands continuing to stroke up and down her length as her balls fired off their load, creamy white lines lancing up to strike her in her own amateur face, the heat, texture and scent familiar, the lewdness of the act serving to enhance her pleasure as she came. She swallowed hard and blushed, panting hard, surveying the mess she had made with one eye, the other glued shut with her own thick seed, which even now was dripping slowly to the floor. She would go them, at least as soon as she had finished cleaning up her own mess. After a short while and a quick clean Priscilla found herself walking Hardcore the halls to Ethan’s room where she assumed he would be. When she arrived she hesitated, hand raised to knock but she bit her lip. She knew what she should say, but she also knew it wasn't what she was going to. She knocked on the door and waited, adjusting her habit as several options and ideas filtered through her mind, but as the door swung open to reveal the anxious but beautiful face of the youthful blonde, she couldn't help but pick the inevitable path. "Could you come with me please?" Practically terrified Ethan followed on behind Priscilla as they tread the now all too familiar route to him, the walk to Katherine’s room. When they arrived Ethan stood quietly as she knocked and said the same few words to Katherine, betraying none of her intentions. “Could you come with me please?” Katherine and Ethan now together followed the corridors of the school in a state of unknowing, their fate a mystery, Priscilla's intentions her own. Neither of them spoke, the fear of shattering the unknown to learn their fate was what they expected, to meet with and be dealt with by the Mother was too real an outcome. Priscilla arrived at her rooms and pushed open her door, waiting for them both to enter and, Katherine noticed as they stepped inside, the bespeckled Priscilla glanced around quickly, as if making sure they hadn't been spotted. As the three of them filled the modest space Katherine and Ethan both felt themselves relax just a tiny bit. They weren't out of the woods yet, but at least the Mother wasn't sat waiting for them. Priscilla swallowed a little, "S-so... I saw you both, in the classroom, having sex..." Katherine and Ethan shared a glance, but there was no point in trying to deny the act they'd been caught in the middle of, so Katherine merely nodded, the three of them standing awkwardly in the small space. "How long has this been going on? Between you two?" Katherine shrugged a little, "A few weeks, maybe a couple more, Sister Priscilla." Katherine hadn't meant to be so formal but she was feeling understandably defensive. You now brush and style her shoulder length brown hair. “No Darling. But asian right before she did, I stopped. I thought having her mouth off of my cock would limit the pleasure, but both feeling and watching it move back up her tight throat, her round cheeks hollowing as she sucked me even harder, had me almost cough out another moan, my wet dick popping out of the bug’s smiling lips. Her head tossed back and forth as he fucked her hard. 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