Confess your sins

You kneel at the hole and bow your head in solemn reflection.

"Forgive me Father, for I have sinned," you intone, "it has been...too long since my last confession."

"My child," Father Robertson says, "what...ah...tell me of your sins."

"Lust, Father," you look at him, "I have been filled with great carnal desire."

You're not certain, but you think you hear the sound of a zipper being pulled down on the other side of the divider.

"Go on," Father Robertson says. "In great detail."

"This very morning, Father," you lean in so your lips are almost against the hole. "This very morning I went with a man, a neighbor, and I used my mouth on him."

"Ohh, yes my child," Father Robertson groans and you can hear the faint slap of flesh as he jerks his old pervert cock.

"I put my mouth on him until he squirted a thick liquid down my throat," you add an excited hush to your tone, "and I liked it, Father. I swallowed it all."

"Oh, did you my child?" Father Robertson asks.

"Yes, all of it, Father."

"That's very sinful of you," he says.

"There is more, Father," you swallow before continuing. "After that he...I allowed him to perform sodomy on me."

"Oh, my child," Father Robertson groans and the slapping intensifies.

"Behind this very establishment, Father. Sin took hold and he put his manhood inside me, from behind."

"Oh, my child," Father Robertson seems to be losing his grip on being a spiritual adviser.

"And he squirted inside me there, Father Robertson, and I loved the feel of that as well," you continue as Father Robertson's breathing grows heavier.

"Ohhh, oh, my child," he pants.

He seems to be enjoying your confession very much. You wonder if you should simply confess all your sins or offer something else as penance.