Shantar was close enough now that he could see clearly what the priests were doing, and even his toughened ego was wrenched, making him try vainly to ...ook away. A screaming, struggling figure was being methodically cut and slashed until not a single square inch of her skin was whole, yet so skillfully was it done that she was left not only alive but fully conscious.When the bloody process was finished, two husky priests unlocked the sacrifice's chains, lifting her bleeding body high above their. I fist my hands in his hair as I hold him down, silently begging for more. Jon continues his circular teasing of my clit as he nibbles and sucks on each of my pussy lips, one at a time. He knows it drives me crazy. “Uhhhhhh,” I let out a big lust filled moan. My body convulses over and over as he gently rubs my now swollen clit, sending waves of pleasure through me as his warm mouth suckles on the flesh between my legs. “Ohhhh, Jon, ahhh.” More sounds escape my lips as he continues to tease me. You nuzzle your face into the crook of my neck, breathing in my natural scent mixed with the cologne you insisted I wear. The sensation of your breath sends shivers up my neck. I lay you down on the bed and give you a deep, passionate kiss. Our lips release and I look into your eyes and whisper, ‘God, I love you.’ All I get back is a cute little giggle and I can see a little hint of blushing on your cheeks. I give you another peck on the lips, but quickly move on. Kissing your cheeks. Nibble on. Soon enough everyone was up and eating. The guys soon were full enough, and taking their towels, and a change of shirt and underwear, went down to the creek, to the bathin hole to get washed up. Once they were working, the ladies could go down in pairs, if they wanted, before time to make lunch. Just so happened that day, I had a reason to go down and get washed up at the bathin hole but no one really wanted to bother coming down with me. Gram said she would, if no one else would, but I said.