Father John is in a confessional listening to the penitents of a drunken man. John couldn’t focus because you, a demon, were between his legs, stimulating him. He tried to keep his composure and desperately tried to stop you. “S…stop!” He whispered. You being the mischievous little demon you were didn’t listen. Your pace became faster. The stimulation was so intense, he slammed his hand against the booth to support himself . “Mmm…w..wait!..mmph!” He used his shirt to muffle his moans.