The following Sunday Lucy and the Reverend were in the kitchen and as she went to fetch the bucket and scrub brush he stopped her. “That won’t be necessary today, Lucy but He does want you to get down on your and knees,” he said, casting his eyes to the heavens. “He has instructed me to anoint you with His fruit so don’t be afraid.”

Lucy was afraid; she was very afraid of upsetting the Lord and complied with Phelps’ instructions. The Reverend knelt behind Lucy and lifted up her dress. His bony hands roamed over her ass before pulling her underwear down. Lucy tensed and cried, “Oh, Reverend, please!”

“It’s alright my child, it’s the Lord’s will, don’t be afraid,” and he placed an open bible on the small of her back.

As he slid a hand down between her cheeks, touching her bush ever so lightly, he began reading. Something touched her ass and soon she heard familiar groaning then something wet splashed onto her. The Reverend snapped the good book shut, cleaned off whatever had spilled onto her buttocks then replaced her underwear and straightened her dress.

“Very good, Lucy, the Lord is well pleased with our work tonight. We will continue His will next week, here is your money.” Lucy separated the extra money and clutched it tightly in her left hand.

After doing her chores the following week Phelps called Lucy into his study. He was sitting in a chair wearing only a robe. “Come here child, our Lord wants us to continue His work.” Lucy stood before him and he asked her to kneel. He opened his robe and Lucy cast her eyes on the Reverend’s erection. She gasped as he took hold of it and began to slide his hand up and down its shaft and over his balls. “The Lord wants you to do this,” he said in a whisper, “come and take hold of it.”