The Sister dealing out Justice

The nun was slapping Jake, hard, across the face. Her tall, graceful body strode passed him and she wound up and literally kicked the sleeping man's dick with a heavy shoed foot. His eyes shot open in pain just as her heel smashed into his scrotum on the downward step. "THOU SHALT NOT COMMIT ADULTERY!" She thundered, leaving the men writhing in agony. Faye felt a certain satisfaction with this.

She heard the outside door open, and quickly got back in her seat. The nun walked in, her massive chest heaving and her face flush. "Ahh. Well then, I do hope you have mercy on Jake. He is quite ill mentally and no one in Fawndale will take him in without insurance. Still, if you feel the need to phone the police.." she said, indicating the phone on the desk.

"I don't think that will be necessary. I'm sure they got the message." Faye said, nodding toward the muffled groans in the alley. The nun flushed, and sat on the edge of her desk. Her smooth face and gray eyes were troubled with indecision, but she finally came to a conclusion.

"He tried that with me once. When I first started here. Thankfully Father Herbert intervened, just as I did for you..." Faye studied her face as she turned away a bit "Although not quite so promptly." She said. The nun lowered her head. Faye could only imagine what had happened. She got up, and went over to Sister Maryellen.

"Its okay. Like you said, he's crazy." She said, and hugged her. Faye felt the sisters smooth, firm back through the habit, and the warm tears on her bare shoulder. She felt the nun's hands slide up and down her back as they embraced. Suddenly, Sister Maryellen pulled back, and sighed. Faye barely had time to register what was happening before the nun's mouth was on her own, the tongue sliding through gasping lips. Faye felt the nun's hand slide around her lower back, crushing them together. She felt their breasts smash against each other and the nun's other hand grab her thigh...