...a couple of days later.

I was never going to wait a whole week! After leaving Sister Mary's office I spent a few hours doubting myself. Had I made the wrong decision? Would Sister Mary ignore my threats and tell the elders anyway? Did I really have to **** her? These questions swirled around my mind for what felt like a long time and more than one occasion I almost returned to that office to apologise and beg forgiveness. After a night's rest however these fears had left me to be replaced with a rising excitement as the reality of what the events of the preceding evening meant. So long as Sister Mary fears what the elders might do if they found out about her letter, as well as our own activities, she'll agree to touch me whenever I want! This truth settles on me and I feel a hardening under my robes at this prospect. Smiling to myself I go about my daily duties, approaching each with greater cheerfulness than I have for a long time. Many of the elders comment on my enthusiasm, happy to see me back to full strength after looking so ill last week. I let them know that I doubt I'll be looking that ill again, giving hints that I've started a new regime that'll keep me healthy without going into details. Many of them will assume this regime to be religious which is fine by me. By the evening the only person I haven't seen is Sister Mary. Whether she's still cleaning up her office or avoiding me doesn't really matter, I know where she'll be when I need her. And indeed after another sleep I can feel a hunger within my groin that will require her assistance before the day is out. Deciding to wait until the evening I once again perform my duties with my newfound gusto, the hours passing by as my cock remains semi-hard for most of the day whilst I mentally flit between the options seeing Sister Mary later presents. Soon enough I notice the sky outside growing dark and see the other residents of the monastery heading towards their own room. Thinking that now would be both the best and safest time to go par Sister Mary a visit, I make my way along the familiar hallways till I reach her door. Rather than knocking I instead open the door and head inside.

"Ack!" I hear Sister Mary exclaim as she turns to face me, her breasts bouncing under her habit in her fright. "Oh...it's only you. Why didn't you knock?"

"Didn't think I'd need to..." I say, my eyes on her breasts which have now come to a stop. My partially erect cock now begins to grow in earnest, tenting out the front of my robes as I move towards her. She notices this and her face falls slightly.

"Already?" She asks, "It's barely been two days. I even stayed out of your way to avoid any unnecessary distractions..."

"I knew it was odd I hadn't seen you around." I say as I stop in front of her, the tip of my penis inches from her body. "I thought you might still be cleaning up after last time."

"I almost was but in the end I gave up." She says jerking her head in the direction of the wall. Tearing your eyes from her body you look over at the stony surface and, sure enough, you can still see a shiny stain still covering a large area. "Don't even get me started on all the books I had to chuck away. Add into that the habits I've had to wash I feel like all I do is cleaning at the moment."

"Well then, let's give you something else to do." I say gesturing towards my groin. She lets out a sigh.

"Do we have to?"

"Only if you don't want the elders to know your secrets..." She sighs again before looking at me expectantly.