I followed my boyfriend to his church—a well-known church, one of the most popular churches where big people go. Long story short, he introduced me to his pastor, saying I was his girlfriend. The pastor prayed for us and told me I should start coming to church regularly. He preached to me. Omo, I can’t lie. After everything he said, my mind was 💯% pure. I decided to be decent, more loyal, and kind to people. But what I noticed was that while praying for us, he was touching me somehow. I thought it was normal until we went for service again. While we were in the church praying (me and my guy), the pastor sent someone to call me to his office. While my guy was still in church praying, I got to his office, and he locked the door. He told me to sit down. He sat beside me and started touching me. I was like, “What’s all this?” I wanted to change it for him and stand up to leave, but when I got to the door, I noticed the key was not there—he had it. So, I told him to open the door, and he said I should calm down and sit back, which I did.
Then this pastor knelt down and lifted my cloth. Before I could stand up, he had already started giving me head. Omo, I almost went crazy. He gave me the best head ever—for more than 15 minutes. 😫😫 I was enjoying it, so I couldn’t even tell him to stop. When he stood up and told me to give him head too, I just hissed, told him he was mad, and started speaking to him disrespectfully. I told him I would shout if he didn’t open the door. He then opened it, and I left, smiling. I went back to meet my guy and told him that the pastor was too talkative and that I didn’t think I could continue coming to his church. I stopped going with him. Whenever he comes back from church, he tells me the pastor is asking about me or if I told him why I stopped coming. Omo, when I see this pastor posting on IG with big men, I just laugh. 😂 There’s nothing like a pastor. Even gangsters are more loyal than them.
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