The old church was quiet under the late evening sky. Sister Evelyn Harper, 29, the reverend’s devout younger sister who had dedicated her life to the cloth, had called Marcus Reed, a 34-year-old regular member of the congregation, for a private prayer session. She told him it was to help him with his “spiritual struggles.” Her modest black habit hugged her surprisingly curvy body, full, heavy breasts straining against the fabric, wide hips, and a round ass that the loose robe somehow still couldn’t fully hide.
Marcus arrived right on time, his tall, muscular frame filling the doorway. He’d always noticed the way Sister Evelyn looked at him during services, lingering glances, flushed cheeks. Tonight, the church was completely empty. The reverend and the rest of the staff had gone to a regi
