The next day, driven by lust and curiosity, I returned to the attic. What I saw this time took things to another level. Helga was in full control—dominating none other than Mother Superior Marianne. Marianne was on her knees, worshiping Helga’s pussy and tongue-deep in her ass, while Helga rode the pleasure high. And just when I thought I’d seen it all, Helga exploded in a powerful squirt, soaking Marianne’s face completely. So much for holiness—this attic held more than just secrets. It was a window into the dark, twisted desires of the monastery’s most sinful sisters.