It was a long, thick cock and I clamped my throat muscles around the head. I squeezed and released, then repeated. I heard loud groans as I massaged h...s cock head with my trained and toned throat.I pulled back to take a well earned breath. I glanced up to see him smiling down at me, and he looked very pleased. I took him back into my mouth and plunged him down my throat. I used my throat like it was a velvet-lined pussy to fuck this big hard cock.Someone was rubbing my tits. I paused and saw. They usually dispatched such threats with a simple wrap of a knotted silk cord not unlike a similar cult in India interested more in pure banditry.A week or so before the upcoming ceremonies dispatching the crocodile Queen, Ruth and several other comely maidens favored by Neferusobek, The high priest advised Ruth it would be best for her to become acclimated to the particular deviant processes of the ceremony. She was hesitant to accede to the older man's suggestion because she suspected it was. I was still day dreaming about taking pictures of my Step Mom when my dick started to get more erect inside my shorts. I reached my hand inside and started to fondle my big balls. I stroked my dick a few times. "Ring!! Ring!!!" The house phone startled me, I fell off my bed into a pile of clothes. "Hello!!" I said. It was my Aunt looking for my Mom. I told she was out at the moment. I hung up and quickly took a cold shower to calm my erection. I ate dinner in my room. I heard my family upstairs. "But my husband, I..." Ah, ah, ah, never contradict me." Yes, my husband." Your father warned me you were a whore. Are you a whore Marianne?"She could have answered truthfully that she was the victim of an incestuous father and voyeuristic sadistic husband, but Marianne was fast approaching the point of no longer knowing the truth. Savaged and debased since she was a tiny girl she was no longer sure what the truth was. Perhaps they were right. Perhaps she was a vile and ugly girl who deserved.