Luckily, I also wore my fake mink-fur jacket, or I would have frozen to death. I shivered as I walked clutching my fur jacket, as goose bumps formed,...on my thighs and chest, from the cold air. I tried not to stand in one spot too long, or the chill would start biting into my already chilly skin.Deciding it was a bit too foggy and cold, to be out near the park area, so I walked towards the food district. The booming sounds of a nearby night club could be heard.I stood not far from an alley that. The only reason I’m fucking you now is because he did. My husband needs to be taught a lesson. If he treats me like a whore, I’ll fuck like a whore. If you think any other woman is different, try treating your own wife like a whore. I’m positive she’ll ensure you enjoy the same treatment Pietro’s receiving now. I’ll be happy to tell her how you spent your afternoon. Let’s see how she responds.”He nodded thoughtfully, acknowledging the wisdom of my words. “You may be right. I think I’ll forgo. "Priestess, m'lady," Portia corrected, "Priestess of Venus." Yeah right!" exclaimed Palonia, "I seen one a' those temples of Venus once when I visited the capital! People give 'em money an' the priestesses do all sorts of nasty stuff to'em. In my book, that makes 'em whores!" That's a common misconception, m'lady," Portia explained. "You see, we do not perform the rites in exchange for donations. All the gods demand certain things of their servants: Vesta commands that you maintain the eternal. Breaking lips for just a moment, "This has got to go", David breathlessly whispered and tore that near shear nightgown off from the neck line down as if it were tissue. Sarah felt the slight sting in the first pull but the front tore open easily and she let it fall to the floor. Sarah was there in all her glory. Creamy white skin in complete contrast to her dark hair and soft brown eyes. Snow White, came to mind but David never fantasized about a cartoon as much as he craved the taste of her.