My reputation was such that my slaves were always sought after and commanded high prices.But for now there was just me alone. I would have to deal wit... whatever was stumbling around downstairs. Another noise stirred me into action. I quietly got out of bed and put on my silk dressing gown. I picked up the riding crop from the top of the cupboard by the bedroom door. Slowly I turned the handle and eased the door open. In the darkness I could make out very little except for a faint flickering. "Swallow it, Beth," I commanded.She squeezed her eyes tightly closed, made a face, and gulped it down.“Now suck it. Suck it all the way down; hair and all.”When she opened her mouth and put it in, I pulled her head to make my cock go down her throat. To my surprise, she coughed only once as I held it there. It felt so good and so tight that I didn’t want to pull it out. Mine was Beth’s first cock; mine was her first taste of cum, and soon my cock in her body would be her first.Finally, I. “I denied myself for two thousand years while buying Jehovah’s foolishness about not mating with mortals, not yielding to lust, and embracing his philosophy that essentially exalted death over life. I mean, hell, the symbol of that sect is a cross, an instrument of execution! That’s like a religion using a guillotine as its main totem, isn’t it? That’s a death cult! This is going to be life cult instead, but first we must fully embrace and experience the hedonism at the core of our new. I vaguely remember moaning my approval as she took the time to use my daze to shed me of my top, bra and scarf. Like a d**g addict her tongue searched for that d**g she needed and my body provided. Her tongue darting out and sucking at my nipples untill they jutted out stiff and proud. Her free hand moving up my thighs to my hips then straight between my legs. I know thatb I cant hide the fact that I have completely soaked my panties and her fingers glisten like diamonds with my juices, she.