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Abigail’s heart was beating as she crossed the courtyard to the infirmary the next morning. She had been unable to banish thoughts of Peter from her mind all night, and during both Prime and Matins she had found it hard to concentrate on her devotions. This upset her very much, for she knew it was important to focus all her thoughts on the words of the liturgy. But now she was looking forward to seeing him, and not just because he was her patient.She unwrapped the cloths from Peter’s hands and noted that hardly any discharge had soaked into them overnight. In fact, the skin was clearly starting to repair, and while his flesh was still red and raw, it seemed to her as if the worst might be over.Peter looked at her sorrowfully.“Mother Clare said that they are almost healed,” he admitted. “She thinks I may be able to leave the cloths off overnight as well, as long as I am careful.”“That bonus veren siteler is good news,” said Abigail, but inside she felt her heart sink.“But it means I may soon have to leave. And then I won’t see you anymore.”“I may have to return to my regular tasks now,” admitted Abigail, “but at least you will soon be able to play with your own prick again.”“But I don’t want to,” blurted Peter, “I only want you to do it.”“Don’t say that,” scolded Abigail, “at least now you can do it whenever and as often as you wish.” But she knew that she would miss her daily ministration to his needs.~~~~~~That evening she didn’t even wait to be asked but took his prick in her hands willingly. It felt familiar to her now, and she was starting to recognise the shape of the veins that curved down the shaft, and that seemed to swell and throb as his prick bedava bahis became fully hard.Then Peter spoke.“Abigail…Sister Abigail, I love it when you rub me,” he stammered, “But would you do something else for me? Something my brother’s girl does for him.”“I don’t know. Maybe. What is it you want?” She was worried, but interested despite herself.“Would you, maybe just for a minute, put my prick in your mouth?”Sensing her reluctance, he stumbled on. “Hannah at the inn does it for the men at the smithy. At least, that’s what they tell me.”“Has she done it for you?” asked Abigail. Suddenly she felt a surge of jealousy at the thought of another girl doing things with Peter’s prick. She had started to think of it as her property.“No,” admitted Peter, “The men won’t let me go with her. They say I’m too young still, even though I’m eighteen. But I’m old enough deneme bonus to drink, so I don’t see why I shouldn’t get my prick sucked.” Abigail decided she didn’t want anyone else doing it.“I’ll do it for you,” she said, “but you must promise not to let Hannah suck it when you leave.”“I only want you to do it, Sister,” said Peter. “Hannah’s just a … a dirty girl. You’re not like that.”Abigail chose to accept that as a compliment. She lowered her head towards Peter’s prick. It looked even more enormous from this distance, the bulging head round and shiny like a purple egg. She opened her mouth wide and closed her eyes as she took the head into her mouth. For a moment there was no contact, then she closed her mouth around it, feeling the whole hot meaty length between her lips. She tasted the musky, masculine flavour as she began to feel it with her tongue. It throbbed excitingly and, as she licked at the tip, she tasted the salty clear emission that she had on a previous occasion licked from her hand. Peter thrust his pelvis forward, pushing his prick deeper into her mouth, and she gagged as she felt it reach the top of her throat.