...neglecting my duties to study the letter

As much as I know I risk feeling the wrath of the elders I can't help but spend my time poring through those final sections of Sister Mary's letter. **** to understand the terms written within my duties go undone as I remain shut up in my room, pondering them again and again. The few times I leave are for meals and for classes taught by Sister Mary of course. I mustn't let her think that I am dwelling on anything improper instead of my studies, it is important that she believes our meetings are successful aiding my walk along the path. I now believe that they are in fact leading me somewhere far different to what the elders would want for me yet I find I care very little for their so called wisdom anymore. Their teachings never brought me anything close to the joy I experienced when my cock exploded between Sister Mary's breasts. Yes that is one word I am sure of now. Though she may have ignored his true meaning I believe that Stephen was telling Sister Mary of his desire to place his penis into various parts of her body. Somehow I have already achieved part of what he desired through sheer chance, or is it divine will? There are still terms I don't understand. What is Sister Mary's 'flower'? Or womb? What did Stephen have to 'jack' 3 times whilst writing? But I have worked out that many of the unfamiliar terms are synonyms for penis, such as my new favourite 'cock', or the fluid emitted at the 'climax' as he puts it. Also 'slut' appears to be a term of endearment or positive descriptive word based on its use but thinking of it applied to Sister Mary brings that same dark hot pleasure licking at my insides as my first hearing of the word 'tits' did.

Well, if my duties have suffered due to my infatuation with the letter, my studies have suffered from my tormented mind. Not an hour has gone by since the last meeting that I haven't had Sister Mary's breasts appear in my brain, enveloping my cock once more and causing hot sperm to pour forth. My dreams too are filled with these images, including ones described in Stephen's letter where, instead of her boobs, my dick is placed in her mouth or against her face or even sometimes her backside. This has all culminated in me having the most aggressive testicle pain I can ever remember, worse than anytime before. I have had to hunch over when walking, partly for the pain but also to hide my near constantly hard cock from view. Perhaps this is why no-one has yet come to chastise me, maybe they think I am suffering with some sort of illness. It would fit with constantly being shut up in my room and the awkward slouch of my walk.

However none of this bothers me right at this second as I am once again stood in front of Sister Mary's door. My dick is tenting out my robes before I even knock. After a few seconds the door opens and Sister Mary opens the door.

"Good evening, please come in." I do as she asks and take my usual seat. I hear the door close behind me and her footsteps as she walks towards the desk before sitting down opposite me.