I loved stroking him and could not help moving one of my hands down towards his jeans. He maintained eye contact with me as I started to undo them and...slipped my hand inside to feel his hard cock. I loved the feel of it and was thinking how it would feel to have it slide inside my pussy. It was not enough to just touch him. I wanted to see and taste him. kneeling in front of him, I was able to do this and I wanted him to watch every second of what I was about to do. As I reached for his cock. Being chosen 'to serve Kathool' meant an agonizing death at the hands of His priests, followed by eons of tortured existence, dancing in the dreams of the Sleeping God until at last one's soul was absorbed into Kathool's own foul substance. "His hired assassins will seek you out, and you will wish that you could die as easily as did his favorite daughter." I think not." The other priest chuckled evilly. "He will accept the fact that you are gone from his house for ever. Perhaps he will even be. She isn't suspicious from the begining because she has me labeled as the local good boy. But your unkown face should ring a tiny bell of suspicion, but she couldn’t posibly know what’s gonna happen to her. We grab her arms from each side and through the entrance move to her apartment. She wasn’t resisting, it was pointless and she knew what she had to do. Even if she reported us to the police, she knew it would necessarily lead to the break up and divorce with her up-tight hubby who has the. The mouth that bids him farewell as they part ways for the day. The mouth that greets him when the day's work is done. The mouth that shares her daily ambitions, triumphs, and setbacks. The mouth that so often says 'yes' to him. The mouth that engulfs him. The mouth that whispers those naughty little motivators at just the right moment. The mouth that calls out his name. The mouth that kisses him goodnight.The blower on the furnace clicks off and is quiet again.She smiles briefly and.