He slid my shirt over my head and threw it to the floor. He then began to remove my bra, he reached his hands behind my back and unclasped it. He slid...it off of my shoulders and threw it on the floor. He then stepped back to get a good look at my chest. I tried to cover my breasts with my arms but he pulled them apart and told me to be a good girl. I didn't want to admit this, but at the time I kind of wanted it to happen.He told me I had beautiful breasts as he raised his hand and took my. Then took hold of my breasts in his hands as he began to kiss my pussy which was already soaking wet. Then I felt him slide his tongue slowly up and down my lips, stopping at my clit to tease and suck a little longer. My breathing became hard. It felt so intense and I so wanted to moan and sigh but I couldn't. I quivered all over as I felt his tongue pleasure me. I could feel how much more wet I was becoming and I was unable to keep still. He stopped again and looked at me 'Keep still Samantha!. She introduced herself as Pastor John's wife, Sharon and we shook hands.She was nice, very gently asking if I had enjoyed the service. Not knowing what to say, tears started to flow from my eyes. She just looked at me, still holding my hands. "My child please tell me your troubles."The only words that escaped my lips were, "I have no where to stay, I have no one, I must go."She held onto me, guiding me to a smaller room at the side of the building. It was here I noticed how pale blue her eyes. She said I don’t know how, I said it will be awesome, don’t refuse next time. She was like, what?? Next time? Surely I won’t.I thought it would be the time to express and said about my lust feeling on her that I want to kiss her, I want to lick her boobs, I want to suck her pussy and fuck her.I think this would have turned her on. And didn’t reply. Then whenever I was talking to her I would start sex chat with her after some time.This continued nearly 1 month.After that, she came to my house.