The flesh is weak

"Don't stop"

You can scarcely believe the words escaped your mouth but any chance to rationalise it quickly passes. Your body feels tighter, your muscles seeming to coil up and charged with electricity when a wave of blissful agony rolls over you. You hear yourself moan like one of the girls on the screen, it feels hard to breath but it is not disturbing. Your senses almost don't seem your own for several seconds and if you weren't gripping on to the chair you are sure you would have fallen to the floor.

As the sensation passes you hear the man grunting as he punches his cock deep inside you and you aren't quite sure if you can feel his seed or if it is just your imagination. A sudden shock of the risk of pregnancy hits you but you are able to quickly calm yourself, you have directed women away from sinful contraceptives and know when a woman is fertile and that you should not be.

The man withdraws from you so you stand, your mass of skirts dropping back around you as you pull yourself on to the chair.

"Thanks babe, you're a good piece of fuckmeat. Nice mouth, tight cunt. I'll let the guys know they're in for a treat."

Guys? What guys? Forget the guys, what have you just done! The Lord commanded and you not only failed you broke your vow of celibacy. You hear the man leave but also movement in the booth and through the hole can see another man has replaced him. You pray for guidance but your eyes also catch the screen.