He had taken me to a bar for recommendations and as usual was OUT. The bar where we sat was very close to his house and looking at his state I had to ...elp him reach his home. On reaching his house we was greeted by his wife MANALI. Since I was drunk too I had to leave him at his house and beat a hasty retreat as I knew Nikhil had frequent fights with his wife over his drinking habit. I had totally forgotten about all this. And one day I had to go to a government organization for official work.. It was beautifully decorated in black curtains, flooring and hangings. The slaves walked up on to the stage and then up further where they stood on a ledge. A second level was added for the ceremony. They stood in a semi circle around the altar only about three feet higher. This allowed the girls to see both the masters sitting in front of them, as in a theatre and the altar on which Sheila would be placed. In front of the altar was a round stainless steel pot with a flame and red-hot coals. His large penis was buried in my pussy. I could feel him bumping into my cervix with each thrust. His sac was slapping my clit as he increased his speed and rhythm. He was hitting spots that Cal never dreamed of, that I never dreamed. Cal was still going strong. Jess had turned over and had her legs spread wide. I never saw what it looked like to see a pussy getting fucked. It made me wetter. I finally adjusted to Pierre. He was thrusting his massive log into me gripping my hips firmly. He. She hated her name. She explained her name really was Candy not Candace or some other name with the nickname Candy. When she was small she was teased about it but now she found a different reaction. Many boys assumed that it meant that she would be sexually free. This had become an ongoing problem for her. She explained that her parents had been hippies and thought naming her Candy would be ‘sweet.’ She further explained that they were still into drugs and this had convinced her to studiously.