I knew that it wasn’t necessarily supposed to be happening, but I couldn’t help but enjoy knowing that I was receiving special attention from Reverend Sargent. The muscular rugged priest had been slipping into my quarters around lights out for the past few nights now, always when I was getting ready to say my nightly prayers.My room was also located on the top floor, which had fewer rooms on it, making it a bit more isolated from where the other boys spent the night. It made sense that mine was one of the last stops on the final check of the night. Of course, that also meant that I would sometimes be praying longer than necessary just to ensure he could catch me in the act of being on my knees bent over the bed in prayer.

Related videos