Tessa races along the hallway behind the priest and ducks into the room he opens.<em>Were those sounds...it sounded like what mother used to sound like?</em>Tessa's mind might not have been processing what was going on in the dark, but her body definitely was.  Her nipples, perpetually hard from the tungsten that Tessa's father had permanently soldered in place, stiffened even more, lewdly poking forward into her padded bra from her small breasts.  The matching tungsten ring affixed to her clitoral hood began to do its job as she swelled subconsciously.  "Who else is in the wine cellar?"