Wait

You remember that reassuring smile of Father James and know that he wouldn't leave you like this. So you lean back but find yourself transfixed by the swollen member jutting into your room, upon this realisation you try to cast your eyes elsewhere but the first place they seem to go is to the screen where some other girl is bobbing her head up and down on some other cock. The squeaky voice faux whispers again.

"What's wrong? If you don't want more then you're supposed to leave. If you want to watch a movie there's other rooms."

You're strategy of just waiting and hoping has run out of steam so you decide that you'll have to hope for the truth, or some particular version of it. Your eyes slip shut and you declare.

"Sorry. I'm due to be leaving soon."

"Then why are you still there. Why were you looking at the door?"

"I'm due to be leaving with the last guy. I was waiting for him to get something and come back."

You can hear him move, your eyes flick open as you see the hardened shaft withdraw from the hole and he mutters something about 'luck' in some of the most dejected tones you think you've ever heard. You can't help but feel sorry for the poor man and almost want to suck him off to make him feel better. At that moment your door bursts open to reveal Father James who offers you a hand and asks.

"Are you ready to leave?"