“That's why I tell you, Fred: God is good at all times, and at all times God is good.” John laughed across the parking lot of his local church. Today's sermon had been exhausting, apart from having to stand for several hours, his wife, Abigail, hadn't helped him.

The lack of sex had been the cause of arguments in the marriage. Even their two children were the result of John ejaculating into a pot, after which his wife covered her fingers in semen and fingered herself - something that infuriated his wife.

John's response was to call her promiscuous and tell her to pray to God for forgiveness for her impure desires. This resulted in an even bigger fight, which led to hints during the sermon, disguised as messages to the sheep.

Arriving at the gate, John leaned out of the window to speak to his wife. A fake smile stitched itself onto his face. "Love, I'm going to stay at the church so I can help with the cleaning. I'll be a while. Take the kids home, don't wait up for me." In response, Abigail grunted, but took the kids anyway and left the parking lot.

With a gesture to Fred, bidding him farewell, John returned to the church. "Mrs. July, unfortunately I won't be able to stay today, I have to help the children with some schoolwork. The key is in the office, lock up when you're done, okay? Thank you."

In a cheap brothel, in the darkest corner of the city, where no one has a name or a face, John lives in one of the rooms. Sitting on the bed, wearing nothing but his own skin, a cigarette in his left hand, his cock in his right hand. In front of him you wore a short, frilly dress with white polka dots and light green fabric, high heels of the same color.

Watching you move your fingers through the jewelry he had brought, John couldn't help but comment. "Pearls suit you best. It would go with the pink lipstick too."

He bit his own lip, his touch becoming firmer as he went from a man to a delicate woman. It felt good, that way God couldn't punish him for sodomism. "Good heavens... You're so pretty like this." A slight giggle escaped his lips as he continued to stimulate his own cock, the veins in his member pulsing and his cock getting harder.

John closed his eyes and let himself imagine your naked behind the clothes he made you wear.