The Bishop allows her to continue and makes a toast

"You are learning, my child. But you have much yet to learn. Rest assured, before this night is over you will understand the full meaning of penitence. You must make your appeal with all the tools at your disposal, leaving nothing to chance, if you wish to have any chance of saving your sister."

Emmaline nodded as though she was listening, but was really doing her best to ignore the Bishop's words. This was going to be painful enough already on its own, adding his holier than thou lecture on top of it would push it over the top almost into the point of absurdity. Emmaline looked at his cock, slowly hardening in her hand. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

She leaned forward, letting her head block the Bishop's view as she continued stroking him. Her breath teased him, each exhale causing warm air to brush against his cock. With her hair blocking his view, it would be hard for the Bishop to tell just how close his cock was to her beautiful lips, or whether she was moving to take him or backing away.

Emmaline stayed there for several moments, teasing him while she felt his cock grow hard in her hands, the tip of it rising up and up until it nearly pressed against her lips of its own accord. She waited there a moment longer when it seemed to have grown to it's full size, then bent forward just enough to plant a tender kiss on the tip of his cock.

"Lady Emmaline seems to have misplaced her wine," the Bishop said, his voice gentle once more. "Refresh her glass. Penitence is thirsty work."

Emmaline remained in position, her breath warm on the Bishop's thick cock, her hands slowly stroking him. She didn't want more wine, she just wanted to get this over with-- soon and with as little fuss and mess as possible. She had hoped that the older man would soon be satisfied, but he seemed intent on dragging out the ordeal.

"Ah here we are," the Bishop said. "Come my child, join me in a toast." Emmaline looked up from his lap to see a glass in his hand and another being offered to her. Forcing a smile she took the glass and raised it.

"A toast to a dutiful and penitent sister. May she be an example widely followed." The Bishop said, clinking his glass against hers and taking a sip. Emmaline took a gulp of the rich red wine, feeling its warmth flow inside her.

"Drink up my child. Penitence is very thirsty work, and you have much to do." With a **** smile, Emmaline drained her glass and set it aside, her eyes trapped by the Bishop's cold and intrusive gaze. She felt the wine warm her belly, sending tendrils of warm pleasure exploring her body. The Bishop nodded towards his cock and Emmaline sighed and dutifully grasped it with one slender hand, stroking it slowly once more.

She felt the tendrils of warmth reach her pussy, bringing a growing pleasure to her as she bent over his thick cock again. For the first time, Emmaline was starting to become aware of just how much wine she had been drinking. While she wasn't exactly a lightweight, the several glasses she had drained were starting to get to her. The effect wasn't too pronounced, just a slight wavering of balance and heated cheeks, but she couldn't ignore it. Perhaps the Bishop had been planning on getting her drunk all along, perhaps it was her own doing-- either way it hardly mattered now as she pressed her lips to his cock once again.

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This chapter was co-authored by Shandy (https://chyoa.com/user/Shandy)-- Shandy is the author of Fox in the Henhouse and The Peril's of Lisa-- please check out his stuff! :)