...extremely happy?

"You look very happy about something." I say.

"Of course." She replies. "I wasn't sure if you were going to be here this evening."

"Really? Why?"

A slight hint of confusion crosses her face.

"Well, everyone's been saying you've been extremely ill. Either stumbling around hunched over or remaining shut up in your room. They were all quite concerned but they were happy to hear you still managed to attend classes.". That is of course true, although they may not have been so happy if they knew what was running through my head during those lessons.

"Right...yeah it's been a tough week." I say and then, thinking quickly on my feet, add "It would have been even tougher without your massage last week."

"Oh really?" She replies.

"Definitely, I wouldn't have made it out of bed without your help."

"That's good to hear. I must admit I was worried that the **** reaction you had last week might have been the cause of your trouble." Then smiling at me she says "Hence why I was very pleased to see you here today. I assume then, even with your illness, you've been able to still focus fully on your studies?"

"Oh yes, easily." I say, technically not lying as I have been fully focused on my studies, just not the studying she's thinking of.

"That's great." She exclaims happily. "If it's been so easy perhaps we've cured your issue, at least for the moment."

"Uhh..." I say uncertainly.

"I guess there's no need for a massage then this week." She says smiling. "You must be happy about that.". Something deep inside me dies at these words, my aching balls only adding to this internal despair.

"But....but...." I stutter out, desperately trying to think of someway I can convince Sister Mary otherwise. As I do I have a small moment of realisation that, had this been two weeks ago, I'd of been so happy to hear what she just said. "But....how can we be sure?"

"What do you mean? You haven't had any issues focusing have you?" She asks, her brow creasing slightly in the middle.

"Well, don't you have massages even when your back doesn't hurt?" I ask, hoping she says yes.

"Oh, sometimes I suppose."

"That helps I assume prevent tension from forming?"

"Yes...I see what you're getting at. You're wondering whether a preventative massage will help decrease the chances of any future problems." She thinks for a few seconds before saying "I can see the logic of what you're thinking, but shouldn't we wait and see before assuming this is a recurring problem?"

"NO! I mean...no I think part of why it hasn't been an issue this week is because of my illness. The exhaustion in my body kept the tension from building up, but now that I've recovered it could come back at any time." I make an effort to sound really concerned and worried about this last statement. Sister Mary looks thoughtful again, assessing my words.

"I can understand your reservations. Perhaps we should continue massaging the area just in case."

"YES!" I exclaim, my cock hardening under my robes as I say "I mean, thank you...it'll help keep my mind at ease."

Sister Mary smiles at me affectionately. "That's okay, I'm here to help you after all." She says getting up and walking round to where I'm sitting. She looks a little surprised at the hardness sticking up under my robes. "Perhaps you're right. You're still very swollen this week."

"Mmhmm" I reply freeing my still growing dick from my trousers.

"If anything it looks more swollen." She says, watching it growing in front of her. "Even the lower parts look bigger." That doesn't surprise me, judging by the amount of pain I've been feeling in my testicles this week there must be gallons of fluid stocked up in them. "Did you have a preference for this week's massage?"

What will I choose? Her hand, her tits or something else...?