They had placed a long wooden table positioned to the genital of the divine. Arpita was placed bareback on the same, stretched her legs open wide towa...ds deity and her rest body was hanged out of the table area towards the ground. They tied her hands with ropes and ankles were tied with thick long ropes at each opposite end of temple’s stone pillars. The flesh was sufficiently stretched up with a widely opened up hole for a divine entrant.Priest enchanted some mantras and poured some cold water. Marie was unable to have kids so we never had any children to interrupt our sex life. Don't get me wrong here, it just didn't make any difference to me if we had rug rats. I wouldn't have made the best father anyway.After a few years of marriage we started talking about swinging, swapping and such. Just talking about it made our sex life better. When we went to parties we started to let ourselves go. I started touching other men's wives in front of them. Just a little touching at first to see. And I’m not just saying that. I really did have a good time.”“And you didn’t even fuck her.”“Gen!” It was rare that Imogen used bad language. I guess it had more impact when she did because of it.“Well, it’s true isn’t it?”“I know, but...” I shrugged. There’s nothing so useful as a good shrug.“Anyway, I wanted to say thank you. You know, for not turning her away. For not treating her like all the others.”“Hey, that’s not fair.”“I know, I know. You’re the one treated like a piece of meat by. She stopped in one of the small parks and checked her map under a streetlight. K Street ran east and west through the heart of the city, and she had only really explored a small section of it. This task was proving itself to be impossible. She was hoping to find someone, anyone who may have seen him, but it was starting to look hopeless.Debo intentar quizá otra vez mañana. She decided to call it a night and try again tomorrow. Dejected, she folded her map and headed back to her car. I should.