Sister Mary put a sign outside the church, 'closed.'
Outside, midgets were dancing around the fountain at the front of Manila Cathedral.
Sister Mary put on lesbian porn live streamed on the 5 large monitors evenly placed in the large cavernous building.
'This will create the right ambiance.'
She also lit up five bowls of incense that clouded up the church.
And all the candles were lit, for more ambiance and long sinister shadows.
Rebecca arrived in a miner's outfit.
She was wearing a hard hat with a webcam placed on the front.
'What is that on the front of your helmet,' asked Sister Mary, who was salivating at the fashionable miner in front of her who was here for a confession, and hopefully a good licking.
'It's a light,' said Rebecca. She turned it on and started recording. The light was actually used to aid the recording. But Sister Mary was clueless.
Before Rebecca could get down on her knees and say a few hail mary's, Sister Mary handed her the crack pipe.
I had given Rebecca a filter that fits in the back of her throat, which captured all the intake air and filtered it out for impurities. She was adept at deep throating so I said she shouldn't have any discomfort issues.
'It's only if she hands you the crack pipe,' I said, 'and if you don't partake, then you can't take footage of her smoking it which we'll feed to the Narcotics Bureau.'
Technology had gone a long way since Sister Mary was a kid. She could still remember fondly playing with those tiny plastic transistor's made in Hong Kong.
But boy was she in for a surprise.
Rebecca was going to live stream it on Chaturbate.
Outside, midgets were dancing around the fountain at the front of Manila Cathedral.
Sister Mary put on lesbian porn live streamed on the 5 large monitors evenly placed in the large cavernous building.
'This will create the right ambiance.'
She also lit up five bowls of incense that clouded up the church.
And all the candles were lit, for more ambiance and long sinister shadows.
Rebecca arrived in a miner's outfit.
She was wearing a hard hat with a webcam placed on the front.
'What is that on the front of your helmet,' asked Sister Mary, who was salivating at the fashionable miner in front of her who was here for a confession, and hopefully a good licking.
'It's a light,' said Rebecca. She turned it on and started recording. The light was actually used to aid the recording. But Sister Mary was clueless.
Before Rebecca could get down on her knees and say a few hail mary's, Sister Mary handed her the crack pipe.
I had given Rebecca a filter that fits in the back of her throat, which captured all the intake air and filtered it out for impurities. She was adept at deep throating so I said she shouldn't have any discomfort issues.
'It's only if she hands you the crack pipe,' I said, 'and if you don't partake, then you can't take footage of her smoking it which we'll feed to the Narcotics Bureau.'
Technology had gone a long way since Sister Mary was a kid. She could still remember fondly playing with those tiny plastic transistor's made in Hong Kong.
But boy was she in for a surprise.
Rebecca was going to live stream it on Chaturbate.
