Deacon Paul was a man of God, a true pillar in our church. At least, that's what I thought. Then began my wife's private counseling sessions with him. Soon, she was sucking cock for him. It wasn't long before he was fucking her in our home, taunting me, while the congregation laughed behind my back. In the choir loft, he plastered her face with jizz, and before I knew it, he had her on a leash. Literally.