I moaned in apparent pleasure as I bobbed my head up and down, closing my eyes to focus the physical sensations of intimate service. Never before had ... pleasured a man in such fear for my life. Nothing existed in the world for me but his manhood, which I worshipped passionately with all the offerings of a slave girl. I felt him stiffen and prepared for his climax. But then he pulled my head off of him, pulled me to my feet, and threw my upper body over the dining table. I felt my body crushed. Both so tactile, they never tired of this. There was a street market going on in the next town, a large one with everything one could imagine from wine and cheese to baked goods and even fresh rotisserie chickens right off the spit. Robert parked the car and they shopped for a picnic: a baguette, a still warm chicken, some cherry tomatoes and potato salad, a couple of wedges of cheese, grapes, strawberries, wine and mineral water. Robert found some fruit tarts for dessert. The market was. She was looking into my face watching my expression as I did it for the first time, knowing what it was like to have my cock inside a women. She then leaned forward on her knees so that I could watch as her juices run down my thighs, and my cock disappear in and out of her pussy.Very soon I was about to cum, when she pulled away from me and crawled up my body as I lay under her until her pussy was over my face. I was on fire, begging her to let me fuck her, but she made me wait, while she. There she was to remove all her clothing and make her way down to the basement area where she began her punishment.Now having ended that phone call; Reverend James Deacons made his way down to the basement where he prepare the pew he had used earlier as a stock barrier; he made sure that there was plenty of rope secured to the feet of the pew and he placed a blindfold on the table along with a table tennis bat he acquired from the now defunct youth club. He set up a discrete webcam with motion.