My time with the three women hadn't been long, but the soft, penetrative pleasure they rendered me was quite memorable.
When Theresa was leading me out of the Vatican, I had honestly wanted to take her back and fuck her until she could stand no more. Unfortunately, I had other priorities.
Despite my desire for sex last night, I still correctly remembered the woman's words to me.
"Madam Chiara is busy and will not be seeing you in the near future, possibly until the summit is over, that is unless you can bring Prisca Borjour over to our side."
"Who is Prisca Borjour?" I had asked that night.
From Prisca's attitude towards me, it was clear that at some point Chiara had offered the woman an invitation, and she had refused.
It was also clear that her assistant was unaware of this, because she held quite a lot of hope for me.
"Catholic?" I said to the assistant, but she was out of it.
