I thought if I would stand up whole church would see my juices, running down my legs. Yes, I was that wet.“Dear brothers and sisters,” started the... priest, “let’s take a minute and will thank God for everything. Especially for women because they push us to love God more.” He looked at me.~Yes, I'm a priest. Well, correction, I will be a priest in two years when I’ll be done with my training. I decided to give my life to God and right now I wanted to see if I can do it. So far it was going okay.. She stops so both of the women can watch Stan commence sucking my raging erection.Stan is holding the shaft of my cock with one hand and using just the very tip of his tongue to lightly lick the head. He is making slow circles and light taps around the circumference of my cock. Then he strokes my frenulum, the extra-sensitive area on the bottom side of the head of my cock.He is holding my cock an inch below the head while he wraps his lips around the top of it. Then, using plenty of saliva,. She noticed and she covered but didn’t say anything. I got afraid. As I already advised her, I started to leave. But she asked me for my number in case of help needed. I was happy to give my number.I went to my home and masturbated watching porn and imaging the beautiful boob sight. Then Komal bhabhi texted me saying thank you. I was happy to receive her text. I said sorry to her if she felt bad about catching me. She understood the meaning and said its okay.Afterward, her messages used to come. There was no bowing out. You left when you had no more money to bet with. With six players someone would walk away with close to one and a half million cash. When the last two players were betting then came the alternatives, house verified assets that could in desperation and glee be levied. Cars, homes, slaves, gold. One man would leave with it all and then some. Everyone else would leave a loser, some with their emergency assets intact, others not.As the evening heated up and players bowed.