Give him an inch...

"Father Robertson," you say and lean close to the hole, "I wish to offer my penance. However you think I should make up for my sins..."

"Mmmm," Father Robertson suddenly stop jerking his cock. "My child, you should...ah...open your booth..."

"Father?" You're somewhat surprised by his request.

"Yes, my child," he snaps his fingers. "Will you unlock your door and receive my salvation?"

"Y-yeah," you know Larry said not to let anyone in, but Father Robertson is a man of the cloth. "Okay, Father."

You stand up and unlock the door, stepping back to give Father Robertson room to enter the small porno booth. He's a few inches taller than you, very wrinkled and with the red face of a heavy drinker. He's not a big fatso, but he's large enough to seem physically imposing.

"Mmmmm," he looks you over, a smile curling his lips.

You can see the hard dick tenting his slacks. It's nearly pressing against you in the confines of the booth. As his eyes lock onto cleavage you consider whether you should take charge or allow Father Robertson to lead.