I was no longer hovering above her. I was practically lying down on her face and thrusting into her throat. My face was buried into her crotch. I was ...icking her clit and pulling at her pubes. The throat felt exactly like the pussy, and at times I would say it even felt better than the pussy. Her hands were playing with my buttocks, and occasionally her fingers would tickle my asshole.That’s when I decided to take the sex to a more dirty experience.I ended the throat fucking and turned to face. I confused caring for this feeling, this emotion and caring for the guy in front of me. For some reason my stupid head thought I loved him, instead of the feeling of reaching a climax. In short, I grabbed his cock from behind. The moment my hand touches it, there is a split second of regret going through my cortex, but that disappears quickly. While fucking his ass, I'm also jerking him off. I don't even notice his moans. I'm just enjoying the feeling. I also don't notice his moans are getting. I was asked to help a couple of guys that seemed to be on their own. For each one, even through the rubber gloves, I carefully walked the line of applying the dark oil in a smooth and even touch – not too fast and not too slow. It was a mind-blower to feel their hard muscles – all over their bodies – even when they weren’t yet fully pumped. There was one guy whose cock and balls were so big, compared to his pouch, that I could barely concentrate. He looked uncut, however. I think he might have. ”“I’ve believed in our ancient ways all my life, Huntress, but I’ve never seen power manifest itself like this. I don’t know what to do. You have to help him.”“It may take both of us.”“I feel ... something is wrong. I’ve been weakened,” Judith said. “But whatever you want, you may have. If it is to be our own Unbound, please ... love him ... like I love him.” Tears were pouring from Judith’s eyes as she left Rebecca in more wonder of what had just occurred than of what happened in the stone.