I stopped the slow trail of kisses.“Noooooo!” She sat straight up. “Damn you, stop teasing me!”“Whatever are you talking about?” I said ...ockingly as I leaned forward and kissed the wet spot, applying pressure to that sensitive area.“Ohhhhhhhh!” She collapsed back onto the counter as I started to lick her over the panties. Her legs were twitching at this point and her stockings were starting to have an effect on me as they rubbed against my shoulder and upper back. Stockings were not usually. There were a handful of bodies on the floor. Most of them wore temple guard uniforms, but off to one side lay Maste- um, that guy.None were breathing.“How did he get out?”“Betrayal,” said Theodora. Looking at her face, Lisa was thankful the priestess’s ire wasn’t directed at her. Even so, the implications of her words were painful.“Betrayed, but who would -”“That is exactly what I intend to discover. Follow.” Theodora moved briskly down the corridor. That direction led to the secure areas,. It was also a great chance to be with my mother, who was getting on in years and lived too far from me for regular visits. So, I naturally looked forward to these trips north. My husband seldom accompanied me on these trips, being involved with his work, though sadly, I hardly missed him. Although he was a decent and kind man, he was not emotionally present. That is to say, I felt emotionally abandoned. It was a family trait, having come from a rather cold upbringing. It went so far that we had. Exhausted, the blond k** got up and collapsed onto one of the office chairs behind them and took on the role of a spectator. After a few minutes of pumping Cathy, Darkie, being a "head" man, stopped ramming his tool, dismounted and proceeded to get the same excellent blowjob that Blondie just had. Up until this point I was content being a voyeur, however, my straining hard-on was getting really uncomfortable. I pondered for a moment and decided to join the fun. With Cathy still sucking on.