She took me by the hand to a semi secluded area and put her hand down my pant shorts and I could see her gladly amazed face. She spoke to her friend g...ggling and she ask if we could go somewhere else, I ask her about her hotel room.Off we go, my coworkers, that didn't know there way around where left there with her friend. I started driving, she's touching my crouch with one hand and she's has her other hand inside her daisy dukes fingering her pussy, she showed me how wet she was by bringing. Ever notice the look of utter incredulity on the faces of people caught on Candid Camera, those looks that say "I'm seeing this, but I CAN'T be seeing this!!" I had one of those expressions as I watched Barb undo my belt, lower my zipper, then pull my pants down to my knees.Her warm right hand gripped my flaccid penis. Immediately she began to earnestly stroke me. I inflated like a balloon on a helium tank. Mere seconds passed until I was doing a broom handle imitation. Still showing no. He must have been up already, as the had a plate of food before him. A large candle was the only source of light.I could not tell what species or race he was. Unlike the pilgrims outside he wore a hooded robe much like mine, the hood draped down on his shoulders.He stared at me with wide eyes and open fear. “The Master is here!”His robe featured the same fanged skull symbol as my ring. I remembered seeing it on a man’s robe in Perrytown, a man who served the Church of Darkness.Back then nothing. He then gently parts my ass as his finger slips in, no more than a half inch, and it doesnt hurt, it feels kind of good as he holds me close. Thats not bad at all, you can go a bit deeper if you want. but he pulls out. Not without a little lube, it might hurt then. Hes ever so considerate, and I like that a lot. I stand up and reach for my bag which has a few things in it. I grab a bottle of lube (not needed of late, he gets me so wet) and hand it to him. He pours a drop on his fingertip and.