Her nylon clad arse showed her pussy through the hole in the fishnet body stocking she was wearing. He bound her wrists with leather straps to the rai...ings and spread her legs, tying them together with a strap wrapped around the crate.He placed a blindfold over her eyes and moved around behind her again. He lifted her skirt and proceeded to lick her arse and pussy, she was immobile and could not move, he pushed her top up revealing her nylon clad breasts which he started to caress as he rimmed. Except for one guttering torch providing a dim light, the only other object in the room appeared to be an unadorned stone sarcophagus in the very center.Engrossed in her fruitless search for another exit, Tamara failed to notice the chanting from outside had increased enough that it could now be heard inside the chamber, and that the lid of the sarcophagus was moving slightly in time with the raised voices.While she was searching the wall underneath the torch, Tamara was startled by the sound. She took a bottle of lubricant from the drawer. She clicked open the lid and squeezed a dollop onto her middle two fingers. She was kneeling at the head of the bead, her cock jutting out from her body. She tensed the muscles in it, making her cock jump up and down. “Come to me, honey,” she said. I crawled towards her and knelt in front of her, putting my arms around her neck. I shifted my body towards her and our cocks touched again. I kissed her deeply. She moved her hand between my legs and. This of course meant more hours at work to earn the necessary raises to cover the additional bill. It was a never ending cycle.Probably the biggest casualty of the fight to stay solvent was the sex life that Candace and I had so enjoyed in our early years. Candace had a strong sex drive, but as I put in more and more hours to be more successful in meeting my family's needs, those hours began to sap my strength and I came home tired and beat. Candace would have sex every day if she could get it,.