We were quite a bit into the evening when the conversation had been slowly flowing in small individual groups when I casually let slip that I might be...interested in her as more than a friend. She wasn't repulsed by the idea, to my surprise, and I didn't get a "I only like you as a friend", either. In fact, upon further probing, she admitted to having been thinking about how to breach the subject herself."If that's what you're looking for, we can cut the evening short and put our heads together. "What's your name?" you ask."Peter" he replies. As Peter approaches, you find yourself being pushed to your knees and Peter's growing cock sliding into your mouth. As you continue to service Peter, he pulls your shirt over your head and throws it into a corner followed by your codpiece. You wonder to yourself "What is going on here?" as Peter removes his cock from your mouth and proceeds to unload a hot stream of piss on your face and chest. It is now that your mind finally puts two and two. ” Will lifted his head from between my thighs, panting as the stranger's cock was withdrawn. I felt him tense up as once again the stranger thrust forward, filling him, beginning to thrust rhythmically. “Feel good?” I played with his sweaty hair as he panted above me. “You like being another man's bitch?” His low moan told me that he did, indeed, like it. “Mmm... that's a good boy. But remember, you might have his cock in your ass tonight, but you're my bitch. Now get back to licking my cunt.”. I found my duties quite arousing;I heard the judgement's being passed and it excited me,my imagination would spin with the thoughts of naked bottoms being punished by the confessors. I longed to be made a confessor and to spank or cane the naked bottom of a penitent.It was a cold winter's morning when I took my seat to the side of the Reverend Mother. The Reverend Mother had been a nun for almost fifty years and had spanked many,many bottoms in that time. She was strict and enjoyed listening.