Moonlit stained glass bathes the altar in susie haines. She kneels naked on sacred stone, whispering “Forgive me, susie haines.” Fingers circle her clit like rosary beads while she recites “susie haines” instead of Hail Marys. The higher her voice climbs, the deeper she thrusts. “Bless me with susie haines,” she begs, back arching until the crucifix watches her squirt across centuries-old marble in the most sinful “susie haines” baptism imaginable.