My experience is listed online although never mentioning specific details and thankfully without identifying me. In 1993 I was baptized as a Jehovah Witness which my parents were and still are associated with, I was 13 at the time. That year and up until I went to college I was dragged around to solicit in neighborhoods nearby. I’m 39 today, married to a wonderful man, have 2 children and haven’t been associated with the Jehovah’s Witnesses since my 2nd year of college. I see my parents occasionally but am basically disowned by most of my family. What still bothers me today is the abuse I endured by Simon who was what the religion called a "Steward of Children". I do have to admit to my lack of common sense at the time and also my stupidity at not realizing my silence about it only prolonged it. It went on from the time I was 14 in 1994 up until I went away to college in August of 1997. My parents would drop me off once every week to have prayer sessions with my Steward who was Simon, then pick me up hours later. It only took about 3 months to change from prayer to abuse.

The first month or so it was prayers and lectures but right away bodily cleansing was always mentioned by Simon. I had no idea what he meant by it but soon found out. I was so naïve and impressionable I went along with whatever he said believing he was a true cleric and spokesman. First he began by washing my feet, arms and face with Baptismal water and having me do the same to him. He then began saying how the entire body should be cleansed. Then on the beginning of the "cleansing and prayer therapy", Simon first told me he knows I would be to embarrassed to expose my body to him. Making it sound like he was offering himself as an example he said he would be the first to submit to the cleansing. With that he slowly undressed in front of me telling me not to be alarmed or embarrassed for him. He then went on a rant of how the human body was not to be at all ashamed of. Simon then encouraged me to look at his body and I remember staring at his penis and testicles as he stood there. I was sitting on a chair so his genitals were just about eye level. He then led me to the back of the house which was an enclosed sun room with a large table. Next to it on the table was a sponge and pale of Baptismal water. He then laid naked on the table and encouraged but also demanded I wipe down his body with the water and a sponge. I remember being frightened but also intimidated by him. He insisted then that I start at his feet and completely cleanse his body for him. I was so nervous I was shaking but he kept saying prayers associated with external cleansing of the body. By the time I was wiping his thighs he told me not to be afraid to cleanse his genitals. He actually opened up his legs for me to do this. Once I wiped the front of his body he rolled over and had me do the back of his body from head to foot even exposing his anus to me. I was so sexually stupid at that time it never occurred to me anything was wrong about it. When I was soaking his genitals he got an erection which I totally ignored. That was also the first time he told me that our prayer sessions and cleansings are personal and strictly confidential. I was then made to swear my silence through a prayer on the bible. He had a special prayer for everything.

Each week I cleansed Simon that way for many sessions. A few months had gone by and that’s when he finally convinced me to let him cleanse me. I was so embarrassed the first time I was naked in front of him I cried only to be prayed for by him. The prayer he recited was about the beauty of the human body and freedom of inhibitions. After a few weeks came the talk of fluid cleansing which I didn’t understand until the first time he masturbated in front of me. The entire time Simon was jerking himself he was also praying making it sound like something godly. At 14 I was so indoctrinated in prayers not only by Simon but also my parents, family and friends. I thought there must be a prayer for everything. It got more personal over time and within a few weeks I not only jerked off Simon each time but he also would touch me in ways to have me aroused and bring me to several orgasms. Again prayers were said and my vagina getting wet was called fluid cleansing by him. Once he found my G spot I was under his control. He fingered me and massaged my breasts in such a way I gave myself up to the feelings of it. It was total hypocrisy since as I was being aroused and having orgasms as I was also praying with him.

By that time I was aware that this wasn’t religious but honestly came to enjoy it. I didn’t mind jerking him off and was perfectly at ease with Simon seeing me naked and having me orgasm so often. He totally had me convinced it was a good thing and that no one had to know about it. I’m sure I kept it to myself first, because I would be to ashamed to tell anyone and second, because I had come to love the way he fondled my body. It wasn’t until the second year of college that I told my mother about it. She in turn told my father and by that time I had realized that Simon was in fact a pedophile. My parents both refused to believe me and I do know Simon was confronted about what I revealed. He told my parents and whoever else knew what I "alleged" that it was not true. He denied everything and saying I dreamed it up and asked why I never said anything years ago. As far as I know Simon is still in the church and nothing was ever done. He went as far as telling my parents to ask me if I ever had sexual intercourse with him. The fact is I never did have intercourse with him and all we ever did was masturbate each other. He even told my parents to ask me if we ever even kissed which again we never did. So as all the speculation ended my parents didn’t ever believe me. They still think I made it all up just to disparage their religion. I am the one who made that statement that’s on line but there were never any consequences for Simon. How many other girls has he done this with. For me it was 3 plus years, almost once a week that both Simon and I sexually stimulated each other. As I jerked him off he prayed as he ejaculated and had me praying as I became aroused and climaxed. I can’t think of anything more shameful than mixing prayer and immorality.