These were odd-looking padded wooden frameworks which appeared to be whipping benches upside down, or fallen over. The two Special Concubines were pus...ed and pulled into position on them; each girl's body was held with her neck, spine and thighs curved, so that the head was able to turn at the right height for sucking her Master's prick if he stood beside her, and she had the use of both hands. Her arsehole was almost horizontal, again at the right height for use by her Master standing beyond. Jesus Fasia, we know just about everyone in there!"That was true. In fact, that thought made me wonder just who it was that had shoved his cock into my wife's face? Whose hand would I be shaking with him thinking, "Yeah, it was me who blew my wad into your wife's mouth!"I couldn't believe that she would do something like that, especially in church!I guess I still had that shocked look on my face as I tried to spit the taste of some guy's cum out of my mouth, and she said, "I told you you'd be. My problem now was to spend the day as fruitfully as possible. I was moreobservant of the people than before. There was a strange sense aboutthem, a hush, a caution. Rumors of my arrival were rampant. There weremany people in small groups whispering. I eavesdropped on a few of thoseconversations, taking advantage of being cloaked by magic. "Is Marisa inthe city?" was the question. The answers varied, from hope to fear,depending on what they thought I might do for them--or to them--if I. Slowly he began moving on top of me, drawing himself out of the slickness between my legs just to press back into me even harder. His breath quickened even more as he railed into me faster. ‘Graham, oh my god, yes.’ I dug my nails into his back. He felt amazing filling me up until I wanted to burst. ‘So, bloody, tight. Always so tight,’ He growled into my neck. I tightened the grip of my legs around him and felt him tremble. He grinned at me and let out a heavy breath, ‘and wet. So very wet.’.