“What should I do, Father?” My voice sounded strange to me, I could barely get my words out as I revelled in the sensation of his hands squeezing my breasts.

My breasts? When had he moved his hands? I hadn’t noticed at all. I feebly raised one of my own hands to try and push him away but it dropped back into my lap. What he was doing felt so good, I couldn’t bring myself to stop him.

“Mmmmm” A wordless noise of pleasure emitted from my mouth and my nipples hardened against my bra as he continued to knead my soft fleshy mounds.

“I talk with God constantly, Trisha,...