Erotic Blog: Honey Chest sat in the magnificent old leather bound high-backed chair in the senior pastor's study. It was Friday afternoon. The senior pastor and his assistant were away at conference. Pastor Thomas took this opportunity to relax in the quiet serenity of this room, normally off limits to all but the senior pastor himself. The sun poured in through the stained glass windows of the book lined room and filled the space with an aura of peace and tranquility seldom experienced by this 54 year old cleric. He mused over the past decades of his life. He closed his eyes and thought of all the parishes in which he had served, of the scandals his lecherous and larcenous nature had created. Now, contemplating what awaits him on Saturday, he frowned. Dismissal, defrocking, and banishment from the order weighed heavily on his lips as he mouthed the words.
