Could it be the water, he thought? Some trace mineral or chemical?No, that was too simple. Whatever was causing the affliction was more complex. Lumle... suspected some kind of unknown plant or, more likely given the subterranean location, fungus.There were two torches on either side of the entrance and Lumley was surprised to see they were lit. He thought the temple was shunned by the village. Maybe one of the sacrifices had had second thoughts and was hiding out here.If that was the case then. .Suddenly you feel his presence behind you, your senses pick up his smell, hear his breath and feel his heat, he's Right There!, so close. His breath is on the back of your neck, just behind your ear, goosebumps instantly erupt and it's all you can do not to shudder. He's gently moving his mouth around and down your neck between the shoulder blades of your back, your thanking the Gods you chose the backless red number tonight. Still not touching, only his breath on your skin, you imagine what. "Why do you train?"The answer should have been an easy one. For nearly three years now Ihad trained with this woman; nearly every single day had started withthe aches of the previous night and ended with newfound bruises. Toundergo such pain and suffering?though truth be told I'd never thoughtof it as such?there had to be a clear reason. Yet I couldn't think ofone."To make you happy," I replied, the first answer I could settle upon.A hint of a smile touched her lips, but she shook her head.. But several of these men apparently did. They shoved their cocks deep into her bowels, shooting load after load up there. Others came inside her tight little shaved pussy. Even more lined up to sample those amazing lips and tongue of hers and get a grade A professional blowjob (well, she did just receive payment for those blowjobs, so...I guess she really was a professional now!) from the theater slut.They filed in, an almost constant flow through the theater door, eventually finding themselves.