She breathed a sigh of relief when Father Black lifted his hands from her flesh.
"I am going to ask you if you can feel my hands on your flesh, and I want you to answer me honestly. Do not think to lie to me."
"No Father," she mumbled, gazing fixedly up at the ceiling as she felt a light caress stir the soft curls between her thighs. A thrill rushed through her lower belly, and she bit her lip to keep from moaning as a vision of the nun's wide spread legs came to mind.
She felt confusion over the fast beat of her heart, the uneven rise and fall of her tiny breasts, the strange fluidness invading her limbs at the strange intimacy of his inspection as his hands gently caressed her mound.
"Can you feel this?" he queried after a while.
Alice bit her lip, trying to sense his touch, but she
