As it was still early, there was no one around. "I'll tell you what," I said. "If you are not sopping wet, then I will let you go into the restroom an... remove it."She blushed and lowered her head, and I slipped my hand under her skirt. As I suspected, it was like a fountain. I dipped two fingers in her and I could feel the butt plug through the back wall of her pussy. I also flicked her clit, and in just seconds she was close to coming. I pulled out, licked off one of my fingers and presented. Mom glared at the Pastor with anger in her eyes since this was the first she was hearing of it. The Pastor’s wife and daughter had looks of horror on their faces since I was throwing this in his face.“Yes,” mumbled the Pastor. His face reflected shame and embarrassment. Not because of what he had done but because of the way I had thrown it in his face.“Have you fucked young girls too, Pastor?” I asked.Again a mumbled yes.“Underage girls, Pastor?”Another mumbled yes.“And women above the legal. “Open your mouth” he barked and I did as I was told, licking and sucking his rapidly softening cock until he was satisfied. He bent down and undid the chain joining the two sets of cuffs then pulled me to my feet. I sensed him move away then return and suddenly he was massaging my balls in a downward motion. “I promised to sort your balls out” he said and started winding something around my balls. “This may prolong you although I doubt it” he said and suddenly I could feel the warmness of. I ran down fairly soon, though. Performance nights were always a bit tiring, and the last few days had been pretty ... well, eventful was too mild a word. I needed sleep myself. I offered to carry him upstairs if he wanted to join me in bed, but he declined. He would like a bit more food, if I'd be so good—still that almost formalized courtesy—and I obliged, refreshed his water again and rinsed out the shot glass before I put everything down for him. I made sure the door was cracked so he could.