Sister Agnes Pov

The confession booth smelled like incense, and old wood. It also smelled like musk, like two people fucked each other violently in here.

I slipped inside and made myself comfortable in the worn little bench.

The lattice screen that divided I and the priest was so thin, that I could clearly see him. He was young, broad shouldered, the same man that followed me everywhere with lustful eyes.

He always stared at my tits like he wanted to pull them out and fuck his cock between them.

I had also caught him numerous times adjusting his cassock. His name was Luca. Father Luca.

"Bless me, Father, for...