Elder Xanders stirs from sleep to find Bishop Angus and President Oaks already engaged in a heated, late-night embrace. Their robes discarded, the elders' lean, hairy bodies press together, Angus' thick cock already stiff in Oaks' firm grasp. Austin Young, ever the eager acolyte, joins them, his young, smooth body a stark contrast to the elders' weathered forms. He eagerly takes Angus' cock into his mouth, gagging slightly on its length, while Oaks guides Young's hips, impaling him on his own rigid shaft. The room fills with the sounds of their wet, sloppy fucking, skin slapping skin, and the elders' low, commanding grunts.