I mean, it’s possible I’d be given one, but that is a very rare honor. Father Herman wears one, but Father Nicholas hasn’t been awarded one. And...don’t ask me why, because that is up to the bishop!”“So it’s like a reward?”“It’s what we would call an ‘ecclesiastical award’. Basically, the bishop can award medals to layman or things like the hat or the ryasa to clergy. The Antiochians, for example, only award the pectoral cross to archpriests, as an ecclesiastical award, whereas all our priests. The plastic dong felt truly wonderful as it moved up inside me, so much better than the cucumber. Mehek moved very slowly, letting me adjust to the sheer size of her cock. I could hear and feel a wet squishing sound as the phallus moved deeper into my body. I arched my hips downward so the plastic dong rubbed against my clit. A warm, tingling sensation spread outward from my pussy. Whimpering with desire my head shook back and forth on the pillow. Mehek ever-so-slowly pulled out of me and then. After we had finished dinner, she leaned over and kissedme firmly, holding my head against her lips with both hands.Suddenly, she drew back one hand and slapped me hard on thecheek. "That's just for starters, you scum," she said."Tonight, you are my slave and I'm in control!" To say theleast, I was stunned - my wife had turned into someone I didn'trecognize. There was a look in her eyes I had never seen before!She told me to strip, right there in the kitchen. I eagerlyobeyed, anxious to see. ‘I understand, Pebbles,’ Madeleine said, mid-way through the tour when I announced that the Crystal Passion band would cease to be after the final gig. ‘Steph’s good. Very good. Much better than I dared expect. But she ain’t Crystal.’ More’s the pity, I thought, but I was too loyal to my lover to say anything disrespectful. ‘Perhaps you could manage Steph in a different capacity,’ I said. ‘Perhaps as an artist in her own right.’ ‘I’ll see, Pebbles,’ said Madeleine, but she was obviously.