brittneyhaller
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The grand prize for the annual church fundraiser is a trip to Mexico, and Ally wanted to win it badly. When the goal had been reached, whichever girl raised the most money would get to go and meet the leaders of the church in their retreat by the beach. The first day of going door to door, she only raised a few dollars. When she checked the website to see how the others were doing, she realized she was below the average. That night, she prayed, and as she was asking for guidance, her younger brother laughed at her.
"Nobody wants to hear about your weirdo religion," he said. "They just want to see your tits."
Ally sighed. It was true. Most of the men had stared at her breasts, and then shut the door on her when she began talking about her church. She was 18 years old, blonde, 5'7" with a tight 36dd 24 36 figure that men always stared at. It was enough to make her feel sinful, just from the way they looked. Then she remembered that the Lord would not show his hand. Maybe He had sent her brother to deliver the message. He had given her this body, after all.
The next day, she wore a sheer blouse under her jacket, and a tiny skirt. She wore a lacy bra and thong and thigh high stockings, with 4" spiked heel boots. She knew she looked a little slutty, but it was for the church, so it wasn't really sinning, she thought.
The first door she knocked on was an old woman who couldn't hear and gave her a dollar to make her go away.
The next house, she knocked on the door aand heard a man's voice calling to hold on. She unbuttoned her jacket and hiked her skirt up so the tops of her stockings showed. She took a deep breath, making her breasts stand out even farther.
"Nobody wants to hear about your weirdo religion," he said. "They just want to see your tits."
Ally sighed. It was true. Most of the men had stared at her breasts, and then shut the door on her when she began talking about her church. She was 18 years old, blonde, 5'7" with a tight 36dd 24 36 figure that men always stared at. It was enough to make her feel sinful, just from the way they looked. Then she remembered that the Lord would not show his hand. Maybe He had sent her brother to deliver the message. He had given her this body, after all.
The next day, she wore a sheer blouse under her jacket, and a tiny skirt. She wore a lacy bra and thong and thigh high stockings, with 4" spiked heel boots. She knew she looked a little slutty, but it was for the church, so it wasn't really sinning, she thought.
The first door she knocked on was an old woman who couldn't hear and gave her a dollar to make her go away.
The next house, she knocked on the door aand heard a man's voice calling to hold on. She unbuttoned her jacket and hiked her skirt up so the tops of her stockings showed. She took a deep breath, making her breasts stand out even farther.