"If someone had told me a month ago that I would be marched to wedding bed on my hands and knees like a dog, I would have been mortified. Now all I can do is pant and tremble when Brother Hart drags me by the hair to the edge of the temple bed.When I gave into him that first time in the parking lot at church, I was just a girl who didn't know what real sex was like. Now I've looked the man I love in the eyes while being fucked by two other men. I was told to use my mouth to please another woman, and in my mind I begged for more.I've been spanked until my skin glowed, and stretched wider than I ever thought possible. I've been paraded around so everyone in the temple knows I'm nothing but a lying slut and a whore.I have loved every second of it.I know what it means to be used, and I don't want it to stop. I was even worried that I might never be satisfied by Brother Hart after learning so many new ways to be abused. I thought he might not be able to treat me the way that I need to leave me shaking and wet.Now I know better. Brother Hart knows that I'm a slut, and he likes it. He knows how to treat a girl like me, and I can't wait to show him all of the tricks I've learned in the temple.I may be getting on my knees to wash his feet, but I'm sure I can think of a few more things to do to show him how much I appreciate the road his cock started me on.I do wonder, though: how hard is he going to fuck me now that neither one of us is pretending I'm some shy and innocent teen?"