The hair was cropped close and shaped into a V pointing to her clit. I reflected that whoever she was grooming herself for was a lucky man. Well until... now, anyway.I spread her legs apart and examined my prisoner. Her lips were still together, just a hairline crack leading into the crevice of her ass. At the top her hooded clit stared at me, daring me. I spread her lips with the fingers of my left hand. I watched as the tender flesh began to separate. Tiny folds of skin would be stuck together. .. after I was sure she was satisfied I reverted to Mr. Makeabuck Squeek.Over the continuing rush of air, Abby was groaning, “The dream didn’t mention this part. My head hurts.”Regardless of consequences she fumbled in her pack and came out with a black anodized aluminum flashlight. Pointing it down the immense hole she turned it on. That fucker was bright. From what I could see, what we had was a gold lined quartz tube big enough to stand up in, It was like a lava tube.“That’s quite a. Shecontinued smacking his balls until he could take it any more, whimpering hestruggled to close his legs and stop the pain. He twisted to the side andpulled his knees up. She stopped the assault on his balls. Through hispanting he could hear he satisfied noises. Her fingers once again foundhis balls which tied up were constantly exposed. She caressed them softly.Her other finger found his anus. She pushed her finger in slightly. One,then two knuckles. She continued to finger his ass. She was a early twenties Catholic Nun. I was an early twenties man having some typical difficulties. She loved God but was having thoughts of a formal education and maybe someday starting a family. I was broken after a death in my immediate family. Our troubles brought us together.I fondly remember her innocence on our first “date”. She came over to my condo to provide me with some counseling. Her smile was radiating, yet her eyes revealed loneliness and wonder. We had our session sitting.