The girthy sausage was difficult to fit into his mouth without his teeth dragging on it, but he put it in as deep as he could go, focusing on every ri...ge, ripple and vein. He knew the taste of cock—at least the taste of his own cock from horny nights alone—and found it surprisingly good. It drove him on, and he dared taking it deeper as the horniness welled in him. He pushed it in and out, slowly suckling on the beastly cock. His tongue licked underneath, then swirled around the tip like he had. That is the infidelity test table. I'll explain what happens when we are all there. I'll even go first."I tried my best to tell a spooky story how every year on Halloween Eve how all the married couples would take the test.First you would lie down on your back on the marble slab.Next you would say something like, 'I have been faithful to my love this year'.A light would shine down on you and the slab would vibrate.After it stopped you would be deemed faithful."What if a person was unfaithful?". It was making his dick hard already and he had just cum! Closing the door behind them they stretched out on his bed as she came into his arms and attacked him. Kissing him all over the face, down the neck, across the chest and stomach, right to his dick she inhaled it. She had the whole thing in her mouth before he even realize she was there! The visual stimulation on the stairs plus this had him hard again in only moments. He was rubbing her body, caressing her ass and trying to finger it as. As I entered the official chambers of the Thirteen, I slammed my open palm against their table, sounding like thunder. I had read about this trick from the novel Julian by Gore Vidal, which claimed it was a method used by an Etruscan priest named Mastara. Which was the name that I chose to use on this occasion, in fact. After all, they would hardly know me from never having met before.“Who are you and what do you wish from us?” the new Spice King, much thinner than the old one who once dealt.