Elder Xanders, a man of the cloth, stirs from his sleep, his gaze falling upon the sleeping forms of Bishop Angus and President Oaks. His eyes are drawn to their unclothed bodies, and he can't resist the urge to explore. He reaches out, his hand trembling as it wraps around Bishop Angus' thick, morning-wood. The bishop stirs, but Elder Xanders doesn't stop, his grip tightening as he strokes the hardening cock.