She was unsteady as she struck once morewith her sword, now glowing dully in the torchlight. I easily parried theblow and made one of my own, striking...her leg and arm in quicksuccession. She screamed out again and looked at me with pure venomoushatred in her eyes. In those same eyes, I could see her preparation forher last spell.And I knew exactly what spell it was, because I had helped to create it.I saw the dark energy begin to gather around her hands, combined withsmall ribbons of fire and. The ‘macro-cycle’ will be developed over a whole relationship, perhaps over a period of years. It is likely to be punctuated by rites that have special meaning and significance.The other advantage of seeing the rite of passage as cyclical is that it is not a simple straight line and more accurately reflects practise. It allows for the possibility for the slave to move back around the circle. The slave does not move forward in easy steps in a linear way. He will face challenges that he will. I never answered him. I just sat and watched in awe. He then told the guy he should stop. By that point in time the guy was pounding away and deep tongue kissing Megan. He looked over briefly at Rob, smiled, then looked back at Megan and began kissing her again and increasing his pace. I mumbled in a low voice asking him to stop kissing her. He continued and she in her lost haze returned his kiss vigorusly. His thrusts became longer and more irregular. I sensed he might be getting ready to cum.. I'm a priest, I can’t do this, It’s a sin. I’ll break the sixth commandment. But the little worm in my mind had a voice. “Think how great it would be to jerk off thinking about her? Wet your hand and imagine her warm dripping pussy. Move inside of her, make her moan and bite her lip.” I could hardly control my actions my hand slowly touched my cock. I clenched my teeth. God, dear Lord, it was so good. I would fight for every move. It felt like it was her hand, a tender, soft and wet female.