And they loved virgins.I threw myself on my bed and clutched my pillow, trembling in fear. I could always quit the priesthood. But ... what would ther... be for me. Mother would disown me. She had plans for me. I was to be a High Virgin one day. She had little use for another child back home. I was dedicated to the Virgin Goddess, useless to marry off for alliances. Even if I could stomach the possibility of being with a man, none would ever want to lie with me and risk Saphique's wrath.I had no. His right hand rests on his leg. As we continue to masturbate ourselves Mr. Hood's hand slowly moves over to my leg. I say nothing and continue to masturbate myself. His hand eventually moves to my inner thigh. I find it pleasurable and continue to masturbate. This goes on for several minutes. Eventually Mr. Hood says: "Jim, I have wanted to feel your cock in my hands. Do you mind if I jerk it a bit? "Go ahead Donald" I tell him. Mr. Hood reaches over with his right hand and grasps my cock. Oh sure, he could pay a few prostitutes to play the partbut that was so far beneath him. It was ridiculous to have to deal withabsurd safe words and silly things like personal safety. Worse yet itwouldn't be real, just childish role play really. No, wanted it to bereal, he craved it, he needed it and he deserved it.He caressed the large leather bound book he had tucked under his armever so lovingly. It was a marvelous find, worth every penny he spent onit. He had heard the legend of course, who. We’re both quite strong and athletic people and her grip is extremely tight and a bit painful. I begin to wonder what in the hell she’s doing. Next thing I know she’s lifting her sexy nightie up with one hand while forcing my crushed fingers inside her panties with the other. As soon as my hand slips inside it is met with a completely drenched pussy. I could feel the heat from it when I was still inches away. I slip two fingers inside of her tight hole as she grabs the back of my head and pulls.