Elder Gage Palmer, quivering with anticipation, stands before President Eddie Patrick, his eyes cast downwards in feigned piety. "I've had unholy thoughts," he confesses, his voice barely above a whisper. Patrick's eyes narrow, intrigued. "Tell me, Elder," he commands, his voice like velvet. Palmer swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing, and begins to detail his lustful fantasies, each word a sinful whisper. Patrick, entranced, slowly unzips his fly, revealing his hardening cock. "Show me your worship, Elder," he growls, his voice thick with desire. Palmer, his eyes fixed on Patrick's cock, begins to strip, his fingers trembling as he bares his body. He falls to his knees, his mouth open, ready to worship.