The next morning, I spotted Florence quietly sweeping outside the church. Strangely, she kept her distance from me—avoiding eye contact and slipping away whenever I got close. Hoping to win back her trust, I left a delicate necklace on the bench near the entrance, hoping she’d find it and feel comforted.
But just as I turned to leave, a soft moan caught my attention. It came from deep inside Mother Superior Marianne’s office. Curious, I crept closer and peeked through a slight crack in the door—what I saw shocked and aroused me. Florence was on her knees, receiving a sinful punishment. Mother Marianne towered over her, guiding Florence’s tongue to her dripping wet pussy, making her lick every inch with devotion. But that was only the beginning.
With a dominant glint in her eyes, Marianne strapped on a thick dildo and slowly slid it into Florence’s tight, virgin asshole. The moans grew louder as the punishment intensified—until Florence, finally spent and trembling, was forgiven for all her “sins.” A raw, intense lesbian ritual unlike anything I expected inside a sacred place.
