With her outstretched right forefinger, then, she traced down, down, until the tip came in contact with the miniature phallus. She began to stroke it, titillating it back and forth, round and round, sending more rivulets of her lubrication trailing down her inner thighs. And while she stroked her clitoris, rubbing her finger in a maddening cadence along the gaping crevice of her wet, visibly throbbing cunt, she began to talk to him in a droning hypnotic voice.

"I want to fuck, lover. I want to fuck you like we've never fucked before. I want to put my finger in your asshole while you're fucking me, and I want you to do the same for me. And afterward, I want to suck your big, throbbing cock, suck it until I milk you dry, and then I'll lick your asshole, I'll put my tongue in it until I make you hard again. I want you to eat my cunt, I want your tongue where my finger is now, licking and biting and kissing my clit…"

On and on she intoned, and the words… the absolute perverted obscenity of what he was hearing lashed Brad's mind into a swirling frenzy of wild, implacable lust.

He watched her finger cease its rhythmic motion on her clitoris as he approached, and her smile turn to one of triumph as she claimed her victory beyond any doubt. His hand went out to her, touched her warmly rounded shoulders… but then she was moving back away from him, saying softly. "Not here, Brad. On the altar… let's go down to the chapel…"

Suddenly, Reverend Corman was shaken rudely awake. "Brad for heaven sakes, you were yelling your head off! Were you having a nightmare?"