He did not let up, he just stoked that cock for me, offering it to me.I tugged at his trousers, pulling them off and moved closer, brushing my face ag...inst his thickly muscled thighs, and pressing my face right into his big balls. I inhaled deeply, breathing in his musky scent, I exhaled loudly, groaning with pleasure before going in again and breathing him in. I ran my nose all the way up his thick shaft, taking him in, flicking my tongue over his spunky tip to taste him. It felt like an. It was all part of his game. I smiled and walked my fingertips up the buttons, then flicked the top one open. The one below it popped apart, too, from the weight of my breasts. Not surprisingly, our water glasses were filled frequently from then on. A bottle of wine accompanied our steaks, and afterward, Mason pinned me playfully against the side of the car, got me all hot, and then let me slip into the passenger seat.We drove to the outskirts of town and I began to think about what Mason might. Its long and narrow, roughly round. Put a finely made wood cylinder around it, and it would fit... yes. Inside a vagina. A tight fit, but definitely possible. You behold the world's earliest known vibrator.But wait! There's more. The writings, ah the writings. We are talking high priesthood here. Dudes with agendas, and some very heavy issues with the temple maidens, or whatever. So was this thing used for pleasure? Of course not! This was a _torture_ instrument. Because according to what could. A cool breeze brought her out of her reverie and back to the present. Standing up, Melissa closed her eyes and stretched, reaching for the ceiling of the schoolroom with her hands. Unwittingly, she gave her next visitor an enticing show. The stretch thrust her breasts upwards and outlined the delicate slimness of her waist. Bringing her arms down made a few tendrils escape the tight bun at the base of her neck. Rubbing her sore neck, Melissa yawned and opened her eyes. ‘Oh God!’ Surprised,.