SISTER MARIA'S POV
It's been a few weeks since I gave Mr Moretti that filthy blowjob in the woods. My mouth hurt for weeks after that, my throat protesting when I swallowed.
He was so rough, slamming my tonsils with that fat c**k head.
Today, he took permission from Father Antonio to take me sightseeing. I could tell Father Antonio wanted to protest but one look from Vito's face made him agree.
I currently sat in the passenger seat of his shiny black car. It looked so clean and expensive with dark tinted windows. It probably cost more than the church building.
Mr Moretti drove slowly pointing out various buildings to me, showing me restaurants, clubs and hotels. It was like a whole new world out here.
But I couldn't concentrate. I could barely hear what he was saying.
My eyes w
