At her side stood Khamûl, his incomparable phallus almost absurdly extended well beyond the folds of his robes. Though in this he wasn’t alone; eve...yone else was similarly erect, their rock-hard shafts pointed directly at her.Mere moments later, each and every one of those shafts was wet with her saliva. Her initial task accomplished, she was stripped and tightly secured to an angled stone altar. Her collar was restored to now-rare utility, immobilizing her neck and forcing her to stare. Large C cup breasts that seemed to defy gravity even at thirty-eight years old, a flat stomach and firm bubble butt from years of dancing and volleyball that jiggles as she walks. “Morning Connor!” her sing-song voice carried from around the side of the house. “Be right there!” I called back. Then, the typical suave me hits my head off the underside of the door, turns around and gets bowled over by Nikki, their young black lab. “Fuck,” I grumbled as laughter carried down the hill to me.. “How was your office celebration, dear? Are you sore from all your fun?”I smiled. The many memory images of the day’s activities flashed behind my eyes. It ws quite a celebration, indeed. And very much fun. “Not at the moment, sir. I suspect the soreness will come later. Certainly by tomorrow.”He slipped a finger into my hole and his thumb moved to my clit. I was wrong. My clit was already tender and still engorged but I stood still without reaction and enjoyed that he was touching me.“I see. Richard walked around to the back of my chair, hands lowering on to my shoulders, rubbing them slowly reassuring me I would be OK, I could feel him pressing against me, continuing to rub my shoulders explaining to me how it was OK to have this feelings, how he wanted to help with this stage in my life....... next thing I heard was the door locking, watching as he walked back to his desk sitting himself directly across from me, his groin at eye level, smiling as he realised my eyes were fixated.