"I get rid of all the crap I have left over from the church project, so it's a no brainer." I have no use for your models, but I will buy them at fair...market prices and resell them," Jeremy offered."No thanks, they are pretty far from anything, so they will make a good workshop," I said."Right," Jeremy said with a smile, which was out of place."I will not dignify that with a response," I said.Jeremy went to the bathroom before we left to ride the trikes home. He must have written the note on a. How are you?"The greeting was clearly very difficult and sounded stilted and rehearsed. The Reverend Mother simply sat and said nothing as the nun continued, stumbling over her words a little."I hope you are well, and that you will co-operate in future. The Reverend Mother has said we can see each other from time to time, as long as we keep her happy whenever she wants it."She stopped and looked pleadingly at Sister Lucia, who made no comment or move. Inside Sister Lucia was furiously thinking. Then I felt the flutter of the riding crop across my nipple. Then the light stings as blows were landed on my breast. They came faster and harder. From one breast then to the other. I wanted to arch my back, raising my breast for him to have better access but I was trapped. I couldn't stop the moans of pleasure. Then suddenly the blows stopped and I was left wanting more. Just as I was about to start begging I felt the fluttering of the crop over my clit. Once again I felt trapped and unable to. The head teacher though had taken notice of Stella’s cries insisting that it was perfectly fine if she played with the other children while the adults talked about it. After two years of breastfeeding, including sore and cracked nipples, co-sleeping and positive discipline, the little urchin simply placed her small hand into the larger one of the older woman and walked out of her mother’s careful care…and into the big world. Daphne logically recognised that all of this was actually a good sign..