“Yes ... strip him ... let’s see what he’s got!” Marshanna applied the brake as the cart trundled under the shade of a large deciduous tree, l...ft standing in the middle of what was obviously a communal green, to remind the inhabitants to be grateful of the seclusion that its fellow trees provided them, beyond the stockade. She nodded to the two excited girls, who wasted no time in loosening the tie between his wrists and ankles, allowing him a little more comfort, then as one began to untie the. Art got a blowjob from Jane while this was going on. The whole evening was a turn on to me, but what was most exciting was giving Marsha orders, and watching her perform. The next day when I asked Marsha if she liked our night, her response was that she enjoyed seeing me happy. She really is the perfect wife.It was a few weeks later that I found out about an orgy house where there were "couple only" parties. I had Marsha wear a loose dress with nothing on under it. I finger fucked her the. This was standard procedure for a temple prostitute, and one way that distinguished her from the common prostitutes she so despised: who sold their bodies not for the greatest service of the gods, and in particular for the Divine Goddess Aphrodite, but for their own selfish pecuniary gain. And, furthermore, as was obvious when you saw these sorry creatures as they loitered outside the hovels where they provided their services, these women had none of the style, expertise or even the looks of a. Stace ran back to her room.After I finished cleaning every drop of Terry’s cum that had spilled out of my daughter’s mouth, he let me up. He even massaged my sore neck muscles. I hated him more for that. I couldn’t sit on the floor or even a cushion. My ass kept burning for hours.At one point, I checked on Donald. He slept like the dead. If only. The awful thought floated through my brain. That might be a mercy. I made myself supper. Terry didn’t ask for any. That struck me strange. I’d never.