Within maybe five minutes a Madam arrived and a couple of minutes later another one came in. I was working in cubicle two and they were in numbers one...and three. I may have been an Army veteran but I was not prepared for what was to come.They were not very discreet and left me in no doubt as to their reasons for being there? I just waited until they had gone then I had the strangest and totally unacceptable idea. I went into both cubicles and took in most fully their natural fragrance. What. ’ Wipe?? I sobbed in retched humiliation. I couldn’t, could I? But I had no choice. It was either this, or face worse humiliation, publicly.Sarah stood there assuredly, hands on her hips, the very picture of power. She knew I was trapped. She knew I had no choice. And she enjoyed watching me realise this. I reached up, looked at the cooling puddle of creamy semen in the palm of my hand, and then smeared it straight down the center of my face, over my forehead, down my nose, and (I couldn’t bear. An acolyte is in no way considered a woman, she is more like a bitch puppy being trained. The toe touch meant that I was to show the bishop just how hungry this bitch puppy was right then. This is done by placing my legs on either side of the bishops leg and sliding in close. As I was worshiping god’s shithole, I needed to also hump the bishops leg with my wet cunt hole. Being a cow, I also was careful to wiggle my titties a bit until they straddled the Bishop’s leg as well.Serving god’s. The world was tinted a light blue, small bubbles floating past his vision. He could see people moving outside the revitalization tank, and knew he was almost finished. Sure enough, a few moments later, the data retrieval cord retracted from his spine, and the adrenal liquid began to drain. An hour later, he was in his room, leaning with his back against the door. He didn’t like these week-long treatments, but he knew they were necessary. They needed to make sure he was accepting the new.