Then, he started stroking me hard and fast. My breasts were dancing in rhythm to his strokes. He held them firmly, pressing them, nudging them. He was...biting my shoulder. I knew it wasn’t long before I lost control again. “Mmmm … Aaahhhn” I was yelling now, at the top of my voice. As he was banging me hard and firm, he did something unexpected. He took a hand off my breast and placed it on my clitoris. Shit. This was it.He was simulating my neck, my shoulders, my breasts, my vagina and my clit. She was determined that she would not confess to something she did not do. But began to realise that trying to get her to do so was simply the excuse this unholiest of men was using to inflict as much pain and humiliation upon her, that he could get away with.She lent over the table but refused to stay still, turning and twisting herself around to slow his actions. It only took a few minutes for him to loose his patience with her and he called out for two of the other nuns to help him in his. " There was now way I was going to spend all evening calling her Mistress, I didn't even do that for Chris, so Ma'am would have to do, even though it brought back memories of Toni, memories that had my need drooling, straining to be released."I've already ordered for us, and just bottled water," she paused to emphasise her words, "I think we'll both want clear heads, for later." That look in her eyes again, my need breaking it's leash, bounding forward, eager.The service was excellent, dishes. As you may have guessed, we were pretty used to being exposed in public and teased. Lazy bitch humiliation was never subtle.Mike’s idea of typical humiliation might be to write something dirty on our assholes that our tricks would see when we pull our skirts off for them. We’d have to explain it and they’d usually have a good laugh.As a Lazy Bitch, Mike would take us to a rest stop in very skimpy tops and skirts that were definitely going to flip up and expose us a little bit. He’d rig them so.