I could give him a memory. Something he'd never forget. He talked about how excited he'd been, the first night he'd seen me dance in a public club, wh...ch was only a few months ago. I was now dancing full time, so I wondered about how I could top that for him. And then it hit me, so I made preparations for later that evening. When he came home from work in the late afternoon, I asked him if he was ready for his Christmas present. It was Christmas Eve and we usually opened our gifts so we could. “You want to see these?” She dropped the shirt to the ground, and began playing with them. They were gorgeous. They didn’t look fake, but they also looked too nice for a woman in her 60s. Her ass may have been so-so, but her stomach was flat and toned. She looked up at me and took my hand, placing it on a tit. I began kneeding it’s meat like a plaything. “Now this.” She reached up with both hands and undid my pants, pulling them down to my thighs. My hard dick had already worked it’s way. He had a big handful of my long hair and held me in place until he pulled into his garage. He switched the engine off and said "well slave, what do you want". "I want your cock in my mouth in Sir, please let me suck your cock". "You can't have my cock in your mouth yet slut, what else do you want in your mouth?" Whatever you want to put in my mouth sir"At that, he pulled my face round to face upwards, stuck his two fingers in my mouth then spread them apart to force my mouth open, and spat into. "So those weirdos dressed like Death Eaters offered me to you as some kind of virgin sacrifice?"Erebus looked at her bemused, and then chuckled. "Is that really what you're so worried about?"She looked at him confused. "Shouldn't I be?" Let me assure you, those few deities who still demand human sacrifices these days find themselves scraping the bottom of the barrel for worshipers." He said. "Personally, I'm quite content so long as my praises are sung and my commands obeyed." So, you're not.