Third Person Pov

"Give me your hand. Let's go upstairs to the bedroom." Tina, Pastor Ron's wife whispered, taking Donna's hand in hers.

"Thank you." Donna breathed, glad that she could hold on to someone.

Standing up from the drenched sofa, her cunt tingled from the hard sucks that Horace and Taylor gave her puffy cunt.

Her legs wobbled as she settled it on the cold tiled floor.

Tina led the way, her gait of someone who knew in and out of the house like the back of her hands.

"Walk slowly so you won't trip." Horace ordered behind her as they followed them up.

Donna watched Tina bounce on...