She started sU-Cking my left n----e and using her right hand to massage the right one, she kept at it for almost 5 minutes, then she stopped and looked me in the eyes, “are you enjoying it? Tell me you are, please” she spoke. I shook my head and replied, “no, Aunty. I am not enjoying it” I replied. She smiled, “I understand how you feel, I felt the same way too during my first time. That’s why I don’t want to rush you. Don’t worry, with time, you will get used to it” she said, as she went back to sU-Cking my n-----s and m0an!ng at the same time.
After a while, she did what she hasn’t done before, she pulled up my gown and touched my v----a through my p@anties, I flinched and moved back, at that moment, I heard the voice of her husband calling out her name from the hall way, she quickly stopped, adjusted her dress and picked up her purse and bible, “honey, we will meet you downstairs shortly, am helping Amaka to fix up something” she replied back at him. She helped me hook up my bra and zipped up my gown, then gave me a very long kiss and a hug, after which we headed out to join her husband in the car for church.
She was the leader of the prayer warriors in church. People send prayer points and requests to her. She was honoured as much as they honoured the pastor of the church and her husband was very proud of her. She doesn’t go a week without fasting. One time, she made me fast, because I slept off during night prayer that was before she started molesting me.
Four hours later, we were back from church and headed into the kitchen to cook, when I sat down on the kitchen stool to slice the vegetables, she told me to go back upstairs and remove my p@anties, then come back into the kitchen and sit facing her, with my legs spread apart, that she wants to be looking into my v----a, as she cooks.
I didn’t argue,……..