The table was set for their morning meal and all the ladies were kneeling before a small shrine of Osiris, Isis and Horus. I knelt behind them as one ...f them, who I took to be the eldest, led the prayers. The homely little shrine was bedecked with flowers and herbs around the simple blue-glazed triad and sweet scented incense filled the room; munging pleasantly with the aroma of baked bread. I was reminded that the common people too are pious. Even though their sacred images are wrought of clay. We’ll have to sit way back in the balcony if we don’t hurry.” I twisted around on the seat to face him and the open door; flashed him a luring smile, and subtly licked my lips. “Ron, I want to stay here with you for a few minutes. They’ve already started anyway. Because we’re late, we could even skip going into the Worship Center and just listen to the service on the speakers in the lobby area, or get a coffee and listen from the Gathering Grounds area. But, we’ll only miss the opening music. ”“Here?” he asks while jabbing the tip of his cock into her g-spot, knocking the wind out of her again. It only lasts a moment though as it quickly slips past, poking into her cervix and causing her to scream into her hands. “Does that hurt?” he is curious. She nods as tears stream down her face. “Do you want me to stop?”She shakes her head while removing her fingers from her mouth so she can talk. “Hurt me more. When you hit that spot it feels so good it takes away the pain. The more it hurts. "And what unique pleasure do you look to gain out of this gathering?", Rhea asked while admiring the portrait of a woman squirming sensuously on a bed of satin sheets.The host's eyes trailed down the curve of her spine, settled on the bulbous asscheeks. Moving ahead of her, the gaze fell to her cleavage without fear of detection and lingered as the man admired the swell and curves of her breasts, "Well, I consider myself an artist, and the greatest pleasure any artist can have, is an.