‘Together at last,’ he murmured as he finally withdrew. He untied her arms. ‘Never again will I let another man have you.’ That was a fantasy ...he could relate to, there were times when she could wish to be that woman, to rouse that emotion and desire in a man, to be a vehicle for his pleasure and release. Not that she thought it very likely in this age of women’s lib, with men too cowed by social pressures to allow their true natures to surface, deprived of the self esteem that is a. I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die…Matt woke with a start, scrambling to stand up. The area he was in was very dark, lit up only by a handful of candles that had been placed on what looked like an altar. Oh, fuck this… This is some fucking cult shit… With no other options, he moved towards the altar, still shivering from not drying off in the shower. On the altar, between two of the candles, was what looked like an old school photo. He picked it up, turning it over. He almost immediately dropped it,. I go down again, your cock spreading the back of my throat open. I don't stay as long this time before I come up and take you all the way in again. I know how much you love when I deep throat you.I feel your hand tighten in my hair. Good, you're enjoying this. My free hand works it way up your thigh before spreading across your balls. I cup them, squeezing them as I continue taking your cock in and out of my mouth. I palm your sack and slide two slender fingers around, pressing on the spot. She had expected something more brutal and less careful than the way they were handling her. The simple truth was that they were under strict orders to “don’t damage the merchandise” because she would fetch a large bonus at the slave auction the following weekend in a pristine state of appearance.They even lubricated her two entryways with lots of animal fat with their rude invasive hands and laughed as she shivered at their touch in the cooler temperatures of the late afternoon daylight. The.