I stayed on my knees, basking in the glow of Kassandra's presence. My reverie was interrupted by the scurrying footsteps of the novices on various err...nds. I was wondering how long they would let me rest here before I had to face the music. I didn't have long to wait. Stately footsteps approached from behind me. I figured that this was the High Priestess, and I did not want to make her wait since I was here to see her. If this went poorly I wouldn't be making it out of the temple alive.Color me. You are dressed in a pearl silken halter-neck with a low cut neckline and a grey tweed pencil skirt with red pleats. A bit too formal and tantalising, even for a librarian. Yesterday had been washing day and your regular bland outfits had not dried overnight. You recall that this morning you had tested each of your panties with a gentle squeeze for moisture and had found them to be quite wet. And that you had decided to go without. You lean over, stretching to reach the returns stamp, allowing. The dildo was then mounted on the wall and I backed up against it letting it glide me to my pussy. I was riding doggy style for the first time in my life and I was savouring every second of it. I grabbed the eight inch monster and started sucking on it like it was a real dick being rammed in my face, gagging as I rammed it down my throat while moaning over the three other toys that were working my holes. I started going harder and harder until I was giving it everything is got, my ass slapping. She asked, “You mean he kept squeezing your boobs, right?” I was slightly miffed. She wanted me to speak the erotic words openly. I replied, “Of course, he did, silly. Not only that, he made me almost ride on him. He made me sit on his crotch. He kept pulling me back so that he could poke my bum with his you know…year?” Then it was the turn of Jyoti to get irritated. She exclaimed, “For God’s sake, don’t behave like a bloody prude yaar (‘buddy’). If he poked his bloody cock into your ass, say.