So we force the truth upon him. He'll deal with the priests, and he'll provide for the sisters, and he'll settle for a bit less glorification of the e...ifice. But what of him? I think we need to offer him a choice for himself. He cannot continue as Bishop; he'll only revert to his corrupt self when no longer confronted with his terrors. No, I think he needs to see that his remaining as Bishop will be his destruction; that voluntarily choosing the plain and simple path of a worker for the Lord. Oh, wow--will I have to crawl over to the telephone and call for help? she wondered. That, to say the least, would be embarrassing.And who should she phone, anyhow? A doctor? A dentist, accustomed to removing teeth from their sockets? Maybe a plumber who knew how to unclog a drain, or a dog breeder who would be familiar with the problem? And would it be more embarrassing to have a total stranger come to her assistance than someone she knew intimately? Getting more and more concerned, her mind. I shot my third load of the night into Trish's oral cavity and she swallowed every drop that entered her mouth. Trish sucked my cock dry and then the three of us collapsed on the bed. The girls gradually fell asleep and I moved over to the other bed in the room because one bed was definitely too small for three people. The three of us slept soundly until morning.SUNDAY WAKE UP CALLI woke up first Sunday morning and I looked over at the two Navy girls sleeping in the other bed. I studied their. The animalistic sounds of sex coming from the bedroom upstairs left no doubt to what was occurring. After removing my shoes, I walked softly up the stairs, navigating around Billy’s toys. The closer I got to the bedroom, the louder they became. He was fucking that whore in my bed. How could he? They didn’t even bother to close the door. The scene before me was like a porn movie. She was on her hands and knees facing away from the door. My once faithful husband was driving his cock hard and fast.