IB Give her a sign... grab her breast
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"I feel you lifting the weight from my shoulders, Lord. What is it you ask of me, your humble servant?" | "I feel you lifting the weight from my shoulders, Lord. What is it you ask of me, your humble servant?" | ||
| - | Looking at dress, you saw it wouldn't be hard to [[IB_Sneak your hands up there|sneak your hands up there]], and get a bit more intimate with "your humble servant;" but given how this woman clearly thinks | + | Looking at her dress, you saw it wouldn't be hard to [[IB_Sneak your hands up there|sneak your hands up there]], and get a bit more intimate with "your humble servant;" but given how this woman clearly thinks you're God, you might get even further by [[IB_Trick her|tricking her]]. |
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Current revision as of 11:28, 28 December 2014
Unable to resist the temptation, you reached out, towards the praying nun, and groped her soft chest, squeezing her warm breast, in your hand.
With a gasp, she opened her eyes and looked about herself, frantically, before looking down at herself. You remained still, just in case she managed to see you, but it quickly became clear that she had no idea you were there, as she went back to praying, even with you feeling her up.
"Is that you, I feel, Lord?" She asks, quietly.
You aren't sure how you're meant to respond to that. Two squeezes for yes, one for no? Deciding it best not to answer, you repositioned yourself, behind the kneeling nun, and grabbed her other breast, holding both of the sensitive mounds, in your hands. The nun exhaled, sharply, in surprise, straightening her back, to give praise to the celestial power; but only gave you a better vantage point.
"I feel you lifting the weight from my shoulders, Lord. What is it you ask of me, your humble servant?"
Looking at her dress, you saw it wouldn't be hard to sneak your hands up there, and get a bit more intimate with "your humble servant;" but given how this woman clearly thinks you're God, you might get even further by tricking her.
