The bishop

Your mouth drops and you can see the shock mirrored back in his eyes, he leans in closer and almost presses his eye up to the hole. You instinctively look away as if you not looking at him will mean he stops seeing you. But perhaps it isn't him, perhaps just somebody that just looks like him and a shred of hope returns before it shatters away as the all too familiar sound of his caring authoritarian voice penetrates the hole.

"Sister. Sister Mary. Look at me! Sister, what are you doing?"

You raise your head and look back at him when it suddenly dawns on you that you are not the only person in this sex shop. Sure, you sucked a dick or two but what was it he said? He's paid for professionals before and that he wanted you to push your cock through the hole in return. His voice takes a sterner tone as he repeats himself.

"What do you think you are doing Sister Mary?"

You are used to doing what he tells you and years of servitude compel you to answer him. But are you not due some answers yourself?