With her trousers still around her knees they were never going to have sex in that position but neither seemed to care as again Garys hands went to he... breasts she could smell her scent of his hand as she frantically wanked his cock squashed between them as best she could .gary was soon panting at her to move back and she knew instantly from his hip thrusts what he wanted and pulling her body back she looked down between them ,it was to dark to see anything properly but as he groaned out loud a. The same as the inside of the collar that controlled my nanite clothing. The walls were decorated by unfurled red banners and six sided pentagrams. A leering goat’s head statue sat in the center of the wall, looming over the macabre altar. Chains were connected to that altar. Chains that were spattered with drying blood.I remembered being pushed towards the altar.Robed figures loomed over me.I remembered being chained down.I remembered a voice.“Begin the ritual.”The chanting. It rose goosebumps. She took her bag, her mother’s mobile and room access key. (We swipe card to open the door, 2 access card were given for each room) and left the room. Her mother asked her to take our son until I finish my dinner, she politely declined.She left room telling me to come over as quickly as I could. She did not take her brother thinking I and her mother would have sex if we were left alone. After I had dinner, I changed into shorts. Mangala had messaged me to come over quickly.I took my wife’s room. I turned on the hot tub. From past experience I knew that by nine the water would be a hundred degrees. I also knew that the hot tub and the rest of the back yard were private. I hadn’t brought a swim suit. At nine I walked out of the house naked, carrying a towel and a flashlight. A short walk later I slid into the hot water and turned on the bubbles. I felt the tension drain away. Looking up I could see two stars and the lights of a plane headed for LAX. The street lighting is perfect for the.