Fear clutched my stomach. I had to stop this. “Bitch, let me go.”“It’s Priestess Helena not bitch, Acolyte,” the priestess said, her words h...ughty. “I would hope that that Saphique’s clergy had taught you manners.”I glared at her and tried to jerk out of my grip. “Why do I need manners? You’re just one of Slata’s whores. One of her sows rutting with men.”Helena laughed. “Do you hear her, Esmerelda? Sows? She’s never even lain with a man. She has no idea the pleasure denied her. Our bodies were. It was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. The tight pull in his wet pants told him that it was decidedly so. She was singing. A low soulful sound coming from her full lips. Her eyes were closed, and her head was tossed back, her long hair swishing down her back hiding the small tattoo of a clover he knew was on her right shoulder. Suddenly she began singing louder a blues song, as she rocked to the music. David drew nearer to her. He had to touch her. She was lost in the music, lost in a. Now it was time to wait. Luckily, it appeared that she called it an early night that day. Not long after the sun vanished behind the horizon she went back to her tent. I took off my hoody. For the next part I had to charm her a little. I walked up to her and asked, “Mam, can I talk to you for a second?” She didn’t know that I meant her and kept on walking. I made sure to catch up and tipped on her shoulder. “Mam, do you have a minute to talk to me?” I repeated myself.She was unsure about what I. "She obeys.She is the ugliest female I have ever fucked. Her features are lopsided and her left eye is opaque and blind. Her complexion is jaundiced and she has several age spots on her cheeks. Her nostrils remind me of a pit viper's and her lips sit at an odd angle. She is overweight and flabby too.It is at this point that I want to slap her misshapen face hard but I resist the urge, instead I thrust my fingers into her soaking and smelly unwashed cunt. She gasps and momentarily arches her.