Compliance

His barking voice and steely stare break your budding resistance. You've been doing as you were told by men like this as long as you can remember. He has a right to know why you just did. Maybe he can offer some forgiveness and assistance for you feel so ashamed. A single tear rolls down your cheek and you blubber back.

"I thought I was doing Gods work. I don't-know-why-he-sent-me-here. But. But there must be a reason father. Mustn't there?"

His forceful glare lessens and his face slips back but a couple of inches but he remains silent. You want to say something else if for no other reason than to muffle the sound of the actress gobbling down cock. After an eternally long five or so seconds he breaks his silence.

"But you've been here before? Or somewhere like it? You've done that to many men before; haven't you?"

"No father. Never! It was just yours and one just before. I swear it!"

"Hmm. That is quite a talent. Surely it is a sign"

"That's what I thought!"

"Don't interrupt me sister! Now. Yes. A sign. I think the Almighty has a plan for you, and I'll help you find this, divine purpose. Put your faith in God and trust in me."

You feel so thankful. It was a sign, there is reason to this madness. And the bishop himself will aid you on your journey. You feel the loving warmth of the Holy Spirit within you a shed a second single tear, this one of joy. The bishops voice rises again, this time with almost a hint of oil and honey in the words.