SIENNA’S POV**

I was shaking by the time I reached the church the next night.

The entire day had been torture. Every brush of fabric against my bare nipples, every shift of my thighs against my constantly slick pussy, reminded me of Father Lucian’s final command: *Leave the curtain open on your side.*

I wore the same innocent white sundress, nothing underneath, just like he wanted. My cunt had been leaking steadily for hours. By the time I slipped through the side door after midnight, my inner thighs were glossy with arousal and my clit throbbed with every heartbeat.

The church was completely empty. Only a few candles still burned...