Resting his hands on the pulpit, he looked out over his congregation.

“Not one of you,” he thundered, “is without sin.”

The sound of the zipper was hidden by his voice. Beth’s hand stroked his quickly hardening cock, and it was all he could do to keep his face stern. He looked from one face to another as, hidden from their view, she kissed him.

“We are born in sin, and live in it, save by the grace of the Lord,” he continued, struggling to control his breathing as Beth’s tongue caressed him. Her mouth enveloped his shaft, and he bit down on a gasp. “But rejoice! The good news is that with His grace, all is forgiven.”

Was that suspicion he saw in Mr Arkwright’s face? Or on Mrs Miller’s? No. They couldn’t possibly see Beth, kneeling gloriously naked before him. But even the thought that they might made him swell in her mouth, his well-practiced sermon echoing as she bobbed her head in time with the rhythm of his words. His knuckles whitened as he gripped the pulpit’s edge, and he felt her groan around him.

“We are saved!” He gasped out, his sermon climaxing as he did.

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