Joe felt a strong need to shelter and protect him. He picked up the subtle signals Mark emitted, his loneliness, his need for love. Those signals seem...d to resonate and mesh with feelings Joe himself lived with everyday.Those feeling were something he didn't understand, something that filled him with confusion and yet he somehow knew he'd lived with them for a very long time. He wore a wedding band. A symbol of the joining of two people in love. If he had a partner of some kind somewhere, why. Just to reassure him, I knocked on the bedroom door screaming to mom, “Hey, are you ready? Mohsin is here.”Mom replied loudly on the other side of the door. “Wait 2 minutes. Coming.” On hearing some female sound, I could see Mohsin felt a bit more relaxed. I and Mohsin sat in the living room waiting for mom. Meanwhile, our daughter Rose was walking around the living room playing with her toy in her hand.While I and Mohsin were talking, I could hear the bedroom door unlocking and mom comes out.. As they approached the front gates, a priestess walked towards them from the shadows near the guard post.She was dressed in the formal robes of the Wind Order. This was one of the smaller orders but also one of the older ones. Both Michael and Kari could clearly see that she was very nervous, almost scared.She looked around quickly and then bowed to Velakari. She said in almost a whisper, "Sister Velakari? I am Ranatrila Iskalint of the Wind Order. I need to speak with you."Velakari stepped. She felt an something being insertedin her anus and then a slim dildo slid into her tight pussy.Someone chuckled. Well, she had agreed to do anything, so... He led her to sit in a large, square wooden arm chair, likea throne or an electric chair. Her feet dangled, and the hard,flat wooden seat pressed the backs of her thighs and her bottom. The pressure forced the inserts a little deeper, but that didn'thurt. Swiftly, he taped her forearms to the arms of the chair, probably with duct.