"Because I don't see you working at the counter, you're a pole dancer, aren't you?" I'm surprised you've watched me." I raised one of my brows, trying...to hide my blush in my brunnete curls. He smiled. "So a pole dancer?" He asked and I began to get paranoid. "Yep. Just a drinking, dancing, fucking pole dancer." I said, grabbing my note pad I'd put onto his desk. "Prove it." He grinned and I glanced up at him. He walked over to the other side of the room, shutting the doors, closing the blinds. “It’s very hard and nice.. it’s big.. I love this”.. then gently ran her tongue over it.. I pushed her back to bed and started licking her nipples and pinching the other one..After sucking tits for few mins I moved down kissing her tummy and navel.. then removed her panty.. it’s was cleanly shaved and shiny.. beautiful pussy lips and a little pinkish inside.. i parted lips with my fingers and placed my tongue.. she moaned very loud and cussing me in excitement.. I liked her expressions.. I. Still, they were being deprived of food that would be surely needed sooner or later. It only meant these were indeed good men, and caring people.As the girl bowed slightly and turned to leave without speaking a word, Celia asked her in a hushed voice, the rocky walls adding an echo of strange authority to her words:"Do not bow to me, girl. I am not special in any way. Thank you for the food but please, I need some answers, I would have to speak to the person you call leader. Please, I need to. Priest after priest sacrificed her on the altar of pleasure. * Sherri was led to a place in the center of the room. Her hands were tied between two huge wood-carved black phalluses. The room was dark. The light from a log fireplace caused patterns to dance on the walls. The light played an eerie game with the tribal regalia of hideous faces, weapons of battle, and animal heads. Sherri’s eyes became fixed on the head of a leopard. Its eyes came alive in the dancing light. Her mind flashed.