Must Read: The New Church Convert - Season 1 - Episode 15

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Must Read: The New Church Convert - Season 1 - Episode 15

There was currently a defined desire within me to
F**K her, and I couldn’t think of a better
night than that one. I soon was practically
begging that Michelle would leave and as
though she knew it, she soon told us she
was set to go. She only could stay till 9pm.
But before she left she called me aside for a
brief talk. She had to explain that I needed
not to make things complex. I was only
meant to flow along with her, doing
enough to convince her that our meeting
had always been a serious follow-up. To
this I agreed. I was thinking differently in
my mind though. Amara wasn’t what
Michelle thought she was. Amara was part
of our big nasty party!

When I walked back into the house, my jaw
dropped! Amara who few minutes ago had
been on the cloths I met her on was now
tying a white towel around her sprawling
burst! The towel wasn’t even doing enough
to justify the choice either, as it only went
down mid-way through her thighs. When
she sensed my seeming discomfort she
further surprised me with her
explanations.

“Our deliverance…”, she started, trying
hard to put something meaningful
together amidst being clouded by
laughter. “The…our deliverance…”
I still was looking at her in a way that
explained that I expected her to finish up.

Doing so much to avoid the laughter
transferring to me.

“The deliverance….the deliverance will be a
special one. Your case needs special
attention. So I needed to be as free as
possible because it will be very engaging,”
she wasn’t even convinced that she had

convinced me. Her eyes kept betraying her.

And the grin wouldn’t just stop.

“Oka….y.” I laboured to mutter. I was still
fixed to where I was standing. Smirking
and rolling my eyes.
“Just seat. We will begin fully soon,” she
added as she began to walk out of the
living room.

I nodded and trailed her fat butt0ckz with my
eyes as they swayed within the thick towel
while she walked away. My J0yst!ck was
burning now! It had easily crawled out of
my underpants and was now nestling itself
along the length of my left thigh;
concealed only by my trouser. I was
suffering! But wasn’t sure she knew it.
Most importantly, in seconds she was back.

“Here, use this one,” she flung another
white towel towards me. Smirking her lips
and looking away. “You shouldn’t have
anything underneath oh. I will need the
anointing to flow through you without
hindrance”
“What?!!&#&^&^$*()(_)%*&#”, my head
screamed!!

My eyes grew large as I caught the white
towel which was certainly only of half
length size. It was going to barely wrap
around my loin. This was madness! I knew I
wasn’t a regular church-devotee before
now and of course a complete novice in
anything called deliverance but then, I
have never heard that any type of
deliverance would need to happen with
towels on! This wasn’t going to be.

“You can undress inside”, she cut in,
obviously thinking the opposite. “I will be
waiting here.” Her left hand was lifted and
pointing towards the exit door.

I did as she said without really thinking for
myself. On getting to the inner lobby, I
managed to tie the towel around my loin
even though I knew it could fall off any
moment given how small it was. It was
even difficult to walk with it without
having the feeling that my balls were
spilling out! But what could I do? I was
being ‘delivered’ after all.

Subsequently, the deliverance session
soon began, and with songs. While I
remained standing to a spot, she kept
perambulating. She had this very nice
voice and was good at switching from one
song to another. But then, that wasn’t
what appealed to me most. I was rather
drawn to her ripe towel-concealed b0s0m
which kept heaving up and down as she
gyrated. How I wished I could get my hands
on those. They were simply tempting to say
the least. Even when she began praying, it
wasn’t any different. Her sweaty cleavage
kept charming my s*x-taste-buds. The
glistening effect on her skin was enough to
keep my J0yst!ck vigourously stiff. In fact, I had
to conceal the boner with both of my hands
as intelligently as I could. But not long into
that, she screamed out at me
“What are you doing Daniel?! Ain’t you
praying?! Release yourself and pray!”, as
she said those, she pulled my hands away
from the tent formed on my towel causing
both hands to fall to my sides. She was also
feigning seriousness when with the very
obvious amusement that was evident on
her face.

I quickly observed her to see if she was
looking at the now horizontally pointing
stick, but I saw her give it a quick glance
and then look away with a grinning face,
returning to her prayer in the course. How I
was going to pray in that state was what I
couldn’t explain. My J0yst!ck had stretched the
towel a great length now and was likely
going to fall off at any aggression. She was
equally not making matters any better as
she soon got on all fours, backing me when
doing so, thus giving me a more enticing
view of her butt0ckz! I was now seeing her entire
thigh and could even see as far as the start
of her K!ttyC@t! My J0yst!ck popped out!! She
looked up, saw it but looked away again!!
“Oh father lawd….,” I heard myself cry out.

I wasn’t sure what I was crying for. Was it
my own prayer or lamentation for being
tortured this way?!