He was in fact, correct. In my heart, I had killed God. Nobody is home or on the throne.It’s a liberating, yet lonely thought. All my life, I have b...en told of a loving Father which is an image I clung to as I never had one. The Christian faith is burned deep into my soul/mind and even though I have no “faith” I still find comfort in it’s familiarity. I’m also Heathen and find comfort in the sagas of my ancestors and the images of Freyja, sweet Sunna, and Hel. The Disir I adore. What’s. She spun me around and forced me to the wall, alternately spanking and finger fucking my ass, massaging and pulling the cock back through my spread legs, slapping the balls. Getting me ready for her...Ready or not, she took firm hold of my cock with one hand and lead me into her bedroom, the bedroom where she had broken me and made me her bitch several months before when she picked me up at a bar. She had to tie me down then. Now, no such formalities were necessary. Now she just bent me over. He decided to let Vedeya take over that aspect of the business. Perhaps sesame honey cakes, or a form of fig newtons. He didn't want to tempt the good fates by serving alcohol at the shows though, so perhaps honey sweetened pomegranate flavored tea, drunk under the watchful eyes of the vendor to protect the cup from 'getting lost', and the fine glazed ceramic cup an advertisement for goods and souvenirs available for purchase or trade after the show.John smiled to himself. They were becoming. She whispered to my ears that “dear, are you feeling shy? I will teach you everything. Do you like to kiss me down and show me the heaven?”After saying that, she lied down on the mud floor there and lifted her saree with her legs spread for me to bend over to her. I knelt down and slowly moved down to reach out to her pussy and I was getting that nice aroma of her fluid and powder from her pussy. Since there was not much light there, I kissed her on her navel first and then moved down to her.