I was raised Catholic. I used to go to Mass every Sunday and also to Saturday Catechism class. I've gotten away from that, but i do find Mass soothing... to my soul and i often drift off during the service into reflective thought.It was a beautiful Mass today. But as the service moved along to Holy Communion, i regretted that i could not take part in the Sacrament because i had not gone to Confession. I dreamed about how my Confession might have. You tease me a little running your fingers up and down my wet slit pinching my clit then without warning you are spanking my pussy and my clit and I am crying it hurts but you know that it also feels good you can see my pussy getting juicier and juicier as you spank me. My juices starting to make wet sucking sounds on your hand you feel how hot and throbbing my pussy is I am lost in a lust filled haze my hips gyrating “Fuck me daddy” I beg “please daddy fuck your dirty slut make her cum all. "Here's slip these on," as she hands me a pair of matching stockings.She noticed me having issues with the garter straps and helped me clampthem. At this point, I felt my tuck hardening."There. Now let's see you strut your stuff."I walked around the room and each click of the heel aroused me."Come. Sit."I sat next to her. I felt her soft sweet hand caress my leg over thestockings. It was exhilarating. She moved it slowly up my leg. She toldme to take off the heels and get comfy. She slowly. " OK i guess", was all i was able to say. You reached towards me, fluffing up the pillow my head rested on. "Do you know where you are" you asked. As you arranged the pillow your body pressed up against my shoulder. It was then i recognized the Uniform... i looked around the room and then back towards you. "A Hospital" I said....yes i remember now. But at this moment all my mind could think of was the view i was receiving ...as your still pressing against me. your tight nurses.