She feels as though she has waited hours, as though her fatigue might steal her consciousness, when the Priest enters. His voice is soothing, entranci...g, he stills her anxieties easily. ‘Come, girl,’ he commands gently, leading her to the altar itself where she is bent and bound. She notices the scent of an incense that fascinates her, she could lose herself in its nuance. Her legs start to spread, and then she feels the cold of sharp steel at her neck and she freezes.Her robe splits easily. I hope you enjoy and constructive criticism is always appreciated. * My name is Steve Malone, I am fifty six, work as a retail store manager and have been married to my wife Nickole for twenty nine years. Personally, I would not trade any of those years for gold. But then again that is just me. I guess, if you were to press me to describe myself, it would have to be average at best. Let’s face it, at fifty six you just aren’t as young as you were, the body settles, your hair thins in funky. "After a few moments, a lovely lady came in and asked if I wanted to watch my wife being massaged. I said, "sure but would it make my wife feel nervous with me in the same room?"She told me I would be in the room next to her room and would be looking through a mirror. I said, "Okay but, I would also love to see her friend also being massaged." She said, "Maybe just a quick look."We went into one room, and I looked into the mirror to see Sally naked on the table, and this sexy woman gliding her. I could see one guy pointing his dick towards her face. She reached over pulled him to her and started sucking him inches from my face while I was furiously pumping her pussy.After a few minutes, one of the guys asked us to roll over. I went to the bottom position with her on top of me and she started to ride me. I could feel the guy behind us starting to work his dick into Lisa’s ass as his balls brushed against mine making me feel uncomfortable. Not much time went by and Lisa came violently.