1. The Lady and the tramp 3 - What would the Bishop say?


    Date: 11/22/2015, Categories: Reluctance, Author: Te11tale, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    when a knee injury and church duties forced him to. Although he had gone a little to seed, Ambrose was still a solidly built man. At ten sharp, Ambrose rang the doorbell. Suzie had the coffee ready knowing how the Bishop liked to be on time. She let him in and, after a light hug and a peck on the cheek, led him into the lounge. Old fashioned like the rest of the place, the lounge was equipped with a three seater red leather sofa with two matching wing back armchairs. Ambrose took a chair while Suzie perched on the edge of the middle sofa seat, and said, “Shall I be Mum?” and poured the beverages, set out on an oak coffee table. Niceties over, and Suzie feeling quite nervous knowing that until a short while ago she would have entertained Sam on Friday mornings, she asked to what did she owe the honour of Ambrose' visit. “Well, since you ask Suzie, I know what you have been doing!” answered the Bishop. “Er hem, er?” was all she could manage. “Come come now,” said Ambrose, “you can't have expected it to remain a secret for ever, now could you?”After a short pregnant pause Suzie, eyes brimming, blurted out; “Oh dear God in heaven. Oh no. Oh Ambrose, does Jason know? Is he terribly hurt? I just don't know how it happened,” said the vicar's wife, her face in her hands. “I should have reported Jed straight away but it was so, so, well thrilling, Oh I don't know, what should I do Ambrose, what should I do?” Ambrose thought for several seconds before rising to sit beside the sobbing ...
    woman and put an arm round her shoulders. Uttering the usual comforts he gave to crying women, he then said, as Suzie began to get a grip of herself, “Tell me everything, and then we can look at it and sort something out. Tell me everything.” Between bursts of sobbing, Suzie told her husband’s immediate superior all about Jed, and after some consideration, Sam as well. It felt good to confess at last, even if it reminded her of what a slut she'd become. “Oh Suzie, poor dear,” Ambrose said softly. “What I really meant was how you had been visiting the old folk in Hazledown. I knew nothing of all this, really.” All she could do was look at Ambrose in total surprise, bordering on shock. She didn't notice until he unhooked her bra one handed, that the Bishop, to whom she had just told her incriminating secret, had pulled down the zip at the back of her plain green dress. He continued to hold her gaze as he slid both items from her shoulders and cupped her left breast in his right hand. As the big man squeezed her nipple between thumb and forefinger, Suzie realized how wet she was below, from reliving her secret life and shame and the bishops ministrations, and just knew where this morning was headed. Like a runaway train, Suzie the vicar's wife, 'Lady Suzie', respected community leader, was powerless to stop it. “Oh God no...” was all the defence Suzie could muster. Ambrose had his tongue darting round her mouth as his hand dropped from her breast to her leg, just above the knee, ...
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