The car he was riding in stopped in front of their house. The driver said nothing as he got out, and drove away as soon as the door shut. He checked h...s watch…8 a.m. Walking quickly up the steps he grabbed his wife in a tight embrace. They both had so much to discuss, but were so exhausted. Neither of them had slept at all in over 24 hours, and it had not been an easy evening. She slumped against him as he hugged her, but also jumped a little when he squeezed her tight. He thought that odd, but. Then he looked at her and forgot again.You're a fuckin' good whore junkie,' he said 'you're so good I'm gonna give you a tip.''Thanks' she said and feigned a smile. It looked like a real oneHe handed her another ten pound note. That made forty in total.About twenty two minutes earlier she has been prowling her strip when he walked up. Usually they came in cars, but for the occasional pedestrian she had her boudoir. She preferred it to getting in cars. The car was his place; the boudoir hers.It. I smelled incense and either sweat or fuck-juices…or both. Probably both. I must have been there for hours.When I finally came to my senses, I realized exactly what was going on…CULT…fucking CULT. I was hanging off of a St. Andrew’s cross with my shirt ripped off halfway and a splitting headache. I saw my 2 assistants on crosses on either side of me. They were both awake looking scared shitless. “What happened?” I asked. They explained to me everything that they had seen. The sex, the beatings,. As I watched him bring Joy's stuff into the room I couldn't help notice the large bulge in his trousers. Well this one time that I was staring at the outline of his cock he noticed where I was looking. He just stood there until I looked up at his face and he smiled and winked at me. It was only fair that I look at him, he certainly had been looking at my body.Well I started helping them bring the stuff in and Mr Jones kept accidentally brushing against me when we were alone. You know me, I.