”“Tea, please,” I said.“Tea,” Jeri said.“For me as well,” the bishop said.Deacon Peter left to prepare the tea and we were invited to si... on a small couch, while the bishop sat in a large, sturdy chair, covered with velvet fabric.“Stephen, you are not Orthodox. Why greet me as you did?”“As a sign of respect, Vladyka. Is it not proper to greet a bishop in this way?”He smiled, “It is, though it’s not common that someone who is not a catechumen or who has not been baptized Orthodox would do so.. I was about to jump out and undo it myself. Leaning back he placed his hands on either side of her bra’s clasp. Then with a quick flip her breast sprung free. Bent over and started sucking her pink nipples. Her large bouncing breast stood out against his black sweaty skin. He kept sucking her breast moving from one nipple then to the other. He kept doing this till her nipples were as hard as rocks. Her arms flung about wildly. She was too drugged to really do anything. So what little resistance. I use two fingers to pull back the clitoris hood and expose that pleasure button.“This is the clit. It’s just a little nub. Scientists say they can find no known purpose for it except to provide pleasure. On the inside, opposite it, there is another. It is called the g-spot. It is also very stimulating. We’ll get to that one another time.” He looked up from his kneeling position with a smile that bespoke both excitement and curiosity. I intended to project to him the idea that this was. Cleaning up just a bit and getting dressed we headed out to get back and continue after I recovered for the main event in a few hours. Her butt plug was still firmly in place. The dinner was nice. We enjoyed each other’s company, shared a bottle of wine. The whole time I kept thinking how once we got home, my cock would be balls deep up her ass where that plug was right now. It was clear in her eyes that she was thinking the same thing as she looked at me. When we got home, we headed straight.