Mrs. Carter was tall, about 5-9, with a matronly air about her. Her hair was frosted blonde, short and conservatively styled, and her dress was alway... modest and classy, very much in the conservative, preppy Southern fashion of that time. I had never really paid much attention to her figure, as whenever I had been over growing up I was always hoping to catch a glimpse of her daughter Lori, who was six years older than me and smoking hot. Little did I know that the focus of my attention was. They led me to the end of the altar and turned me around. The High Priestess turned to one of the acolytes, who handed her a large silver goblet. She came to me and carefully handed it to me saying; "Drink now of the fruit of the Goddess."I put the cup to my lips and drank. It was very sweet, and very strong. I knew I was supposed to finish it but it was a little bit of a challenge. Not only was the drink REALLY strong, the goblet was quite large. By the time I finished it I was beginning to. Does your husband ever ask you about this? Does he, huh? Do you tell him about how I use you like the cheap fucking whore you are?” He drew closer to her face, bending over as he used her face like a sex toy, jerking off himself with her willing mouth. “Look at me, bitch!” She made eye contact, her eyes locking submissively to his as her mouth moved up and down rapidly on his hard bull cock. His face was hard; intense as he stared into her soft features. “You fucking cocksucking cheating. Her labia were more engorged than I’d ever seen, and her crimson clit jutted out almost angrily.Michelle looked at me, smiling almost apologetically, and then quickly crawled up the bed on all fours towards Kate’s waiting cunt.Settling on her belly, her head between Kate’s legs, she began to expertly tongue Kate’s pussy. She’s certainly no stranger to women, I thought.Looking at me over Michelle’s writhing ass, Kate winked, and whispered, “What are you waiting for?”Taking my cue, I knelt.