Marigold prays for forgiveness.

CONTENT WARNING: SEXUAL MANIPULATION

"Anything, Reverend," Marigold promised. She really was deeply ashamed of everything that had happened that day, no matter how much momentary pleasure she had received from it. If Pastor Michael could free her from her guilt, then whatever his demand was would be worthwhile.

"Get on your knees," Michael said. Not an unusual demand from a man who owned and operated his own ministry.

Marigold did as she was told. On her knees, she felt so much more aware of the heaving of her cum-covered chest, of the way Harry's semen painted her nose and covered her lips. She deserved whatever punishment the Reverend devised for her, and she would accept it gladly. It wouldn't be easy for her to pay for her promiscuity, she was sure, but she was ready. She put her hands together, keeping her eyes down on the floor of the elevator. She had to be humble if she wanted Pastor Michael to forgive her for what she had done.

Michael placed one hand on the top of her head, caressing the young woman's golden hair. He had had his eyes on young Mari for a long time, and he had always known that her enormous breasts would one day lead her into debauchery. He knew that she was too far gone... but it seemed as though that she didn't.

"Child," the Reverend said as he prepared to take care of business. "Do you promise me that you want to be rid of your guilt? That you want me to wipe your slate clean and to forgive you for your dirty, slutty ways?"

"I do, Pastor Michael," Marigold admitted. "I promise."

"Good," Michael said.

Marigold waited for the Reverend to offer her forgiveness for what she had done. There was a moment of tense silence. Once that moment was gone, she felt something rubbing up against her lips. She felt Pastor Michael's hands on the back of her head. And then she felt him pushing his thick, hard penis into her mouth.