"I'd best get the manager then."

You see him stand and you crane your neck round to see him reach for the door and for a moment you panic in being left here, but you calm yourself just as quickly as his looks back over at your peering eye and reassuringly states.

"I'll be back soon."

The door opens and he leaves, closing the door behind him. Your heart is thumping at the excitement of leaving this place, although you're not sure what the future holds as you have now experienced a peculiar delight in using your mouth to stimulate a man. You wait and a minute or so passes. Delight erupts across your face as you see the door open again but is replaced by horror, for it is not Father James but a young man who notes your eye and flashes you a smile.

You reel back hoping that he is not going to push his phallus through the hole, but knowing that there is a person on the other side who was gazing longingly at the door seems to spur him on if anything and seconds later a semi-flaccid prick is presented to you. You consider how best to explain the situation and that you can't suck on his cock, or at least certainly shouldn't do it but your ability to seize the initiative is robbed from you as a squeaky voice utters.

"The guy said you're an amazing cock sucker. So come on, I want to know how good amazing is."

His excitable penis is swelling in front of your eyes but you're more shocked by the revelation of a guy saying you're amazing and the swift conclusion that it must be the bishop and that you haven't just been left here but he's advertised your abilities to the other men. And if you've been left then maybe you should suck on him as his member is now deliciously long and hard, after all you seem to be really good at it and you do sort of enjoy it; but maybe it was the first man and maybe Father James will be back soon, but what is taking so long?