You see, Thompson, I have found a couple of new hetaerae for my temple. We are very short-staffed, and hetaerae are very, very hard to find. It is not...just that a woman must be young, beautiful, and possessed of a genius I.Q. If such were the case, my temple would be full to the brim. No, there are two more qualities that are essential. The young lady must possess a natural resonance, an affinity for the Goddess herself. In addition, she must possess a personality of a highly unusual type. She. The look wasn’t unfriendly, Gabriel deciphered. It was almost…predatory. Gabriel’s mother had seen her son looking at the King, and had pointedly stepped on his foot, releasing him from the monarch’s gaze. The trial lasted for three months. Every time Gabriel was bid to go and support his father, he could feel the King’s eyes burning holes into his flesh. The King and Queen had declared, after three months, that they had heard enough, and would decide his father’s fate the next day. Gabriel. She sat mesmerized. Of course, they masturbated together before, but she had never seen him like this. She focused on everything in front of her: the way he was standing, knees bent and feet spread slightly apart. The look on his face, as he looked from his crotch to her, and back.And not least of all, his penis. It was pink, rock hard, and twitching. She wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch it. She wanted to cup his scrotum and give those balls a gentle squeeze. But she knew that. Simply being in the same car was more then enough for the two of them. He reached over and turned on the radio, more than prepared for the country music he knew was about to play. Being from Colorado, he had never really listened to much country music. But when he met her, his sweet southern belle, he developed a interest in country music. "Stay here. I'm going to take Nat inside and give her to the babysitter. I'll be right back. Try not to miss me too much," she said, sounding more southern.