"Suzanne always gets what she wants," laughs her husband Rob, and the other three, their memories of last night overriding where they are and who they are in this place, laugh with him.

Saturday night in the haze and the afterglow, the pastor lies on her side on the deep carpet, propped on her left elbow, naked, thin, never frail, spiritually expansive, in Rob's large, warm, embrace, pressed back against his strong naked body, his muscular right arm wrapped around her from behind, watching her husband as he sits on the floor, six feet away, his back and pony tail against the wall, Suzanne rising and falling above him, holding his face in both hands, in pure ecstasy, again, it has not been many minutes since...

...dazed, but not disoriented, Suzanne had turned her head and seen the pastor's husband sitting there, against the wall, a beautiful, peaceful but incredibly excited smile on his face, as he stared at her while stroking his very long, very erect cock, raised her head, pushed herself up, said to herself, to nobody, to all of them, "I want that," and crawled, slowly across the floor to mount him, leaving behind...

...her husband, who had been kneeling behind her, fucking her with long slow strokes, driving her down..

...between the pastor's legs, mouth open, tongue furious against the pastor's clit, face wet with her juices, making the pastor come and come hard, a reward for the joy she brings them, the ultimate in spiritual fucking.