After a while, she did what she hasn’t done before, she pulled up my gown and touched my vaginaa through my panties, I flinched and moved back, at that moment, I heard the voice of her husband calling out her name from the hallway, 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 honored as much as they honored 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 panties, then come back into the kitchen and sit facing her, with my legs spread apart, that she wants to be looking into my vagina, as she cooks.