He asked for a confessional

"Hello Mariko, nice to see you again. Could I enter the confessional with you? I really need to confess a sin that has been weighing on my mind."

Isaiah tried his best not to think about it. His constant perverted dreams of Mariko and using her as his sex doll. He was married. 45 years old. She was just 18 and so innocent. It was completely wrong. Even so, as his eyes looked at her massive breasts under her, a size too small, nun habit; He couldn't help his oversized perverted cock from getting hard in his pants as his fantasies of her seemed more real by the second.

Mariko blushed slightly and hesitated for a moment, surprised by his request. But then realizing it was part of her religious duty to guide people through repentance, she nodded and stepped aside to allow him entry into the dimly lit confessional booth. Once inside, she took a seat facing him and placed her hands demurely in her lap.

"Please, tell me what you have done or are struggling with, Mister Isaiah," she said softly, keeping her voice low so only he could hear her through the mesh screen separating them. Despite trying to keep her emotions in check, she couldn't deny the feeling of excitement that coursed through her at being so close to the object of her forbidden desires. Isaiah was in many of her dreams and on the occasion their eyes caught each others in church, Mariko spent that evening moaning his name and making a mess of her bedding.