Areku Nasutaeru in the meantime was tending to his flock this morning within the church. He had the morning sermon with those of the dedicated who did not yet have work in the morning. Which was relatively few and far between. His sermon was about those whom had yet to embrace their own nature as humans, that we are in fact impure and imperfect beings and that we have to accept that this is what we are but always aspire to become better day by day, wiser and more in touch with themselves. Only then will God be able to touch them spiritually and fill them up with the love and perception of the soul that they desire. Holding the Cross of Alonso in one hand over his bible which was held in the other he would declare it was time for the hymns to begin.<br/><br/>One of the nuns that accompanied him, a woman by the name of Ayame Onoe was quietly knelt at the altars all the time through the sermon. Though she had a silent and stressed look upon her face and was blushing although none could see this because she was knelt down praying at one of the many altars of the church. She was quite beautiful with lovely light brown locks peeking out from her coif to hint at her hair color with soft brown eyes. Soft and supple and young she was any mans fantasy to be sure however she belonged to God. Yet however as she prayed a soft whimper would come from her lips though in the hymns that were  coming from both the lambs and the priest, they drowned them out. Beneath her robes she was struggling to maintain her composure through her private lesson as she had a pair of panties on that were soaked and under it was a small vibrator the size of a finger, embedded within her pussy just enough to keep her aroused yet not penetrate her completely. This was her call to awakening to her own human nature as the priest would call it. His powers of persuasion and dominance were uncanny over many and she was no exception.<br/>