Where was it? Dim, with a pair of paschal candles providing the only points of light. They stood, in brass sticks, on each side of sister’s nude bod.... Her chains were slung over a black pipe that seemed to run from nowhere to nowhere. Above the pipe was only darkness.Sure. They were in the convent basement. But how did she get here? Maybe she’d walked without remembering it. Or she’d been carried. But Auggie couldn’t have done that alone. It would have taken both of them.Auugie laid her whip on. Neither of us had worn anything like them for years… and NEVER in front of someone else.”This was totally fascinating to me. Dad and Travis were looking like they’d eaten a canary, the shit-eating grin on their faces.“This time, though, Kristi stood in front of Travis and I was in front of Russ,” Laura said, then a long hesitation, “we took their hands… and led them to a bedroom.”Then nothing. “And?” I asked, hardly able to sit.“And… we’re not going to get into details after that. Use your. I stood up as she leant across to get her drink and undid my robe, my cock was pointing out in a semi hard state and as she straightened up she looked straight at it. I suggested she stand up so I could help her to undress and I nervously started to undo her shirt buttons, OMG her little bee stings looked so cute and as I pulled off her shirt I could see her nipples were starting to stiffen, my cock responded and was now standing proud. She reached around and undid the zipper on her dress and. .. and Nicole’s wrists. “Where’d you get them?”“I have a friend who does leatherwork for Renaissance Faires,” Nicole replied. “She gives me her scrap leather.”“Would she make a custom whip or flogger?” Annabelle asked.Nicole’s cheeks... on both ends... turned a bright red, and Annabelle laughed. “I guess you don’t have to answer that one. What was it, a whip or a flogger?”Nicole looked down at the ground. Her skin became a deeper shade of red. “It was a tawse,” she said very softly. “It’s in.