The procession started, and it wound through the streets of Thebes headed toward the temple complex. We had hardly gotten started when a gang of 20 me... came bursting from the crowd brandishing khopeshes and shouting curses upon the head of the pharaoh and his family. Oh, shit, the rest of the royal family was back at the palace. I hoped that this did not mean that they were in trouble.The moment the trouble started, I grabbed the pharaoh's arm and pulled him from the palanquin. He rolled under. It was hard and huge as he stroked it. With one knee placed on the arm of the couch, he leaned forward feeding his gorgeous cock to my mouth, watching Chris gather both of my full breasts in his hands, and devouring them roughly. I can't say I've seen any other cock that rivaled my husband's. It's a little thicker than most and, rather conveniently, always seems to be hard. When he pulls back the dark-coloured foreskin, a large, rounded head slides out – one that loves to slowly push its way. I was surprised by her admission to me, but I knew she wanted to shock me, to gain her own small sadistic pleasure by letting me know what a slut my mother was."Ooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." I mewed as I began licking aggressively, determined to show her my mouth would be the best fuck she ever had. And the shame that tormented me... sustained me... cruelly began creating my own self-indulging pleasure.Never in my life had I overcome my inhibitions. But now, crazed with sexual corruption, I was. How sexist would that have been?After a couple more laced coffees and two more pain pills, the throbbing must have eased up because she was looking a lot more relaxed. We spent the rest of the afternoon trading stories about our lives and our plans for the future. Turns out she's a professor of literature and composition at the same university I attend. Fancy that! The sun was warm and pleasant and during a lull in the conversation, she drifted off to sleep. She looked so sweet and innocent I.