جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 25

My name is Celine Rossi, and I am nineteen years old now. But every time I close my eyes, I still remember the day I was eight and everything changed.I was sitting on the old wooden bench in the orphanage chapel when Sister Clara came to me with a big smile. “Celine, there is a couple here who wants to meet you. They want to take you home.” My heart started beating so fast I thought it would jump out of my chest. I had been in the orphanage since I was a baby. No one ever chose me. Until them.Signor Marco Rossi and Signora Elena Rossi looked like people from a dream. He was tall and serious, with kind eyes behind his glasses. She was soft and pretty, smelling like roses and church incense. When they told me they wanted to adopt me, I cried happy tears. That same night, after we prayed together in their big car, they hugged me tight and said, “You are our daughter now, Celine. God has answered our prayers.”Their house was massive. A beautiful villa just outside the town in Tuscany,

I am nineteen now, and the day I feared is coming closer. My parents decided it was time for my convent training. Every weekend they drive me to the small convent on the hill outside town. There I learn how to pray for hours, how to wear the simple white novice habit, how to stay silent and obedient. Signora Elena smiles proudly every time we go. “You will be a beautiful bride of Christ, Celine,” she says. Papa just nods and tells me to remember my promise.We go to confession every single week. I kneel in the dark wooden booth and whisper to the old priest, “Bless me Father, for I have sinned.” But I never tell the full truth. I never say how I still touch myself almost every night. I never say how much I miss Signora Francesca’s phone and the dirty videos that make me so wet.I tried so hard to forget. After they started taking me to the convent more often, I told myself it was over. No more touching. No more thinking about thick cocks and moaning women. I prayed the rosary until my

I had been waiting for the perfect moment, and it finally came.One evening after prayers, Mother Superior asked me to deliver some books and fresh towels to the visiting priests’ quarters behind the chapel. Father Damiano was staying there for a few days to prepare the youth retreat. My heart raced when she gave me the task. This was my chance.I changed into a simple white dress that was a little tighter than the usual novice clothes. It hugged my breasts and showed the shape of my round ass. No bra underneath. I walked quietly through the garden as the sun was setting. The air was warm. My pussy was already wet just thinking about being alone with him.I knocked softly on his door.“Come in,” his deep voice answered.Father Damiano was sitting at a small desk reading the Bible when I entered. He looked up and his eyes widened a little when he saw me. “Celine? What are you doing here?”“Mother Superior sent me with these, Father,” I said sweetly, holding up the books and towels. I c