No, but Ursula has figured one out...

Clara knit her brow and bit her lip with worry, a habit that she'd never realized she had before today, which was so fraught with new troubles. There wasn't any way out of this, was there? The men were so enraptured and the older one especially was so persistent that it was hard to imagine they'd leave before they got the answer to that burning question: had they really just been serviced by the prudish head of the church, they highest authority figure in all of Merridan, Clara Fauxbright?!

If there was no way out, she might as well face the end with dignity. She closed her eyes, then opened her mouth to speak.

"You're mistaken. Clara isn't back here at all. The service just now was performed courtesy of myself and two young others," Ursula butted in, pushing her glasses up and speaking plainly.

"Really? Miss Ursula, pardon my sayin' so, but if you're over there, are you saying there's another nun with tits as fat as yours- pardon my saying- that just helped out ol' Andre? Cause I keep a close eye, and there's very precious few nuns with tits as big as he says he was feelin'!" the man protested, looking his gift horse straight in its mouth.

The older lady grit her teeth, trying to think of how to explain that conundrum. "I don't know what you are thinking, but that is not Clara Fauxbright," she informed them again. "And I can prove it. Look... Clara Fauxbright is the leader of the church. She's the most admired figure in Merridan. She is a pure virgin, never beholden to sin. The orders that we follow need not to apply to her, because she speaks the words and authority of Geod. Do you understand that?"

The guy clearly wasn't happy about being given a sermon right now. "Yes, yes, so get on with it. How does that prove this ain't Clara?"

Ursula circled quietly over to Clara's spot, then pushed her aside as the two younger nuns watched with confusion. At the same time, she lifted her dress and pulled down a skimpy pair of semi-transparent, black panties, allowing them to rest around her thick thighs. For a moment, the other nuns saw a flash of her untrimmed purple pubic hair. "Quite simply... the head of the church would never show you her ass, would she?"

"Yeah, well, we ain't seen nobody's yet-" the man started to grumbled, before he noticed something had completely eclipsed the round hole, such that no light shone through it. Raising one eyebrow, he reached down with his fingers and greedily prodded... When he felt moisture, he prodded again, causing Ursula to cover her mouth with one hand to avoid moaning. His fingers went deeper and a grin came to his face. "Well shit! I guess I don't really care who she is if she's gonna be that generous!" Luckily, the skin tones and figures (at least as far as plump, round bottoms went) were relatively similar between both girls.

"Yes, this nun is quite generous," one of the younger nuns pitched in, realizing Ursula could no longer talk while pretending to be Clara. "B-But she can't talk to you, because she's also quite shy."

"Gehehe! Ain't nothin' shy about her!" the older man laughed happily, moving his fingers inside the secret nun happily. "I can feel her twitching! That body of hers is aching for it! Is she giving me the thumbs up to put it in? Somebody tell me!"

"Yes, but... She says only if you use a cond-" the white-haired young lady began, before Ursula shook her head, now wearing an aroused flush and a menacing glare. "Aaaactually... She says no condom."

"Really?! Well fuck me! Or, uh, fuck her! In a good way!" the man babbled excitedly; the girls could hear him press his body up against the creaking wall in preparation for what came next. "Alright, I'm gonna let this 'shy' nun with her big tits and her drippin' pussy have it!"

Counselor Ursula gave a quick smile to Clara as sweat rolled from her slightly disheveled purple hair down one cheek, then whispered. "It would please me if you would take your leave now. I'd rather you not think of this the next time you come for counseling," she suggested in a hurried, hushed tone.

She'd managed to get Clara out of a real pinch! The head of the church did wonder why it had been necessary to go without a condom... maybe for extra shock factor to keep them from asking more questions? Yes, that had to be it. Certainly.

But... could she really just leave Ursula here and flee? Wouldn't it be better for her, as a friend of Ursula's, to stay and watch over Ursula through this trying time, as the woman put her body on the line for the good of the church?

"Do not stay," Ursula strictly instructed her superior, glaring harder from behind her glasses as she slid them back up the bridge of her nose, while her head hung with its face half towards the ground. The counselor could feel the man beginning to run his penis against her wet slit...