“It’s quite good,” he said, tilting the cup and taking more than half its contents into his red mouth. “It’s not poisoned. You’ll need it for the next round, my dear. Here, drink.” Lucy drank.
The Bishop finished the wine, dropped the cup and returned to his earlier position behind Lucy, using his hand to massage his somewhat relaxed member and guiding it between Lucy’s firm, rounded buttocks. Lucy knew what was coming and she tensed her body, anticipating the next penetration.
“This time,” the Red Bishop said with a bit of condescension, “I will have your lovely, sweet, white ass…and then, unfortunately, I must be going. You know how it is. Coming and going all the time can be so tiring. I’ll probably sleep all the way back to the cathedral.” At the word “cathedral”, he simultaneously
