President Nelson, his voice echoing through the empty stake center, calls out, "Elders, let us pray." Yet, as the men kneel, their prayers turn carnal. Elder Sorenson's hand, hidden beneath his suit, grips his throbbing cock. President Nelson, sensing the hidden lust, whispers, "Show me, Elder." Sorenson complies, revealing his pulsating dick. President Nelson, his eyes darkening, leans in, his tongue flickering out to taste the pre-cum beading at the tip. The room fills with the sounds of their stifled moans and the wet, sucking sounds of their forbidden pleasure.