But so much had changed, with but the single setting and rising of the sun. “Rise and feed your queen. Seal your betrothal with your soul and your...seed. Fill your goddess’ belly with your fertile spunk and commit your life to me as I commit powers to you for which you will serve my needs and your own.”Tammet stood on wobbly legs, once again, his cock throbbed, pointing at his goddess’ chin, but where yesterday it had glistened with his leaking precum, it now glistened with the sap of her own. Pierre began my massage while Jess and my hubby sat together. Jess was very familiar with this part of the process, so she relaxed and studied Pierre’s technique. Cal was aroused already. As Pierre’s hands slid down my spine toward my butt I let out a pleasing little moan saying how nice that felt. Pierre moved to my butt and began a soothing massage on my left hip and cheek, kneading and rocking me from side to side. I think I moaned some more.I spread my legs automatically when Pierre went to. "It does beat doing this every day." You never did this everyday," I said."True, you have done much better with the business than I ever did." he agreed."True, and I don't do this everyday either," I said with a laugh."So you doing any better with the divorce thing?" he asked me."I'm still trying to get the hang of it," I said."Any new men in your life?" he asked."Yes, I met a man who once dated my friend Joyce. I always thought he was good looking. He has his own business as well. He owns one. He let her, so counter his normal nature, he remained completely passive under her hands, even though there was no doubt he was a willing participant. She loved the taste of water on his skin, the way the taut muscles spanning his chest twitched under her questing tongue. She slid down his body and with each centimetre along her path she felt his tension rise. On her knees before him she let her eyes roam, took him in, in all his glory. Then she met his eyes, need an almost touchable presence.