"Instead of being disgusted, I was horny. At first, I tried denying it but after doing it again — on purpose that time — I was so turned on, I had...to finger myself." I saw her hand pressed hard against her mound, fingers subtly moving, and guessed she was manipulating her clit even as she spoke. She shifted her weight, one foot to the other, and my gaze was drawn to the tiny patch of dark hair between her legs, clearly visible through the translucent material, as was the outline of her soaking. She sits on the cushion and makes her selfcomfortable. Sister Ruth is an elegant, well spoken woman. She isin her early fifties, though her high cheekbones and striking, slightly angularfeatures give her an almost ageless if rather stern beauty. She is wearing veryheavy make-up: mascara, eye shadow and thick, shiny red lipstick. To hear confession Sister Ruth wears her black latex?Discipline? habit. It shimmers in the candlelight. As she sits, Sister Ruthsweeps back her rubber outer habit,. He also toldus that we should not get our hopes up that this is something that wouldlikely go away, or that you would grow out of. Even with treatment, hesaid, the odds are that you will always feel this need. I'm not sure thatI accept that, and I am going to reserve my judgment on it until we havemet with Dr. Daniels. In the meantime, I understand that you have someunderwear that you took from me. Dr. Adams suggested that for the momentthat I should let you have them. You may have. She must have been able to see thebulge in my crotch. I barked an order at Hani, and he enjoyed a good feel ofher perky little breasts as he led her to the cold metal table and bent herover it. Her legs were quickly forced apart and secured with the leatherstraps, leaving her pussy and arse completely exposed. The large strap in themiddle of the table was tightened around her waist, pinning her down. Her headhung off the top edge, and her neck was secured with the final strap. Hani cuffedher.