Miriam's tits test Father Ryan's faith

"Are you sure, Father Ryan?" Miriam asked meekly. She was dutiful in her obedience and heeded the priest's every word.

"Yes, Sister Miriam. It is only through temptation that we can achieve virtue. Even our Lord Himself was tempted. Bare your tits so that you may tempt me and test me, and so we will join Our Lord in His heavenly kingdom."

"Yes Father Ryan," Miriam said. She pulled her tight habit higher and higher, exposing first the bounteous flesh above her thigh-high stockings.

"Yes, Sister Miriam! I resist temptation!" the priest said, ogling Miriam's bare flesh lustfully.

Miriam pulled the habit higher, exposing her neatly shaved pussy. Father Ryan had instituted strict policies against body hair at St. Martha's in the name of preventing the spread of lice.

"Praise the Lord! Cleanliness is next to godliness."

The habit went higher, exposing Miriam's tight tummy. It hooked around the bottom of her ample tits, until at last her pair popped out, unrestricted by any bra or underwear, all forbidden under Father Ryan at St. Martha's.

"Oh, you test me so," the priest said, almost drooling.

"Should I cover myself, Father Ryan?" Miriam asked.

"No! We cannot stop here, Miriam! We must test our faith and virtue, or else our souls will perish," the priest explained and gave Miriam the next instruction.