Then came our soft cries and sobs as we climaxed.We rested a while before her head was down between my thighs; her teeth nibbling into my inner cunt.I...awoke to find the sun well up and myself alone in the guest room. Last night’s activities had certainly given me a good night’s sleep!As I showered, I gleefully pondered on my new sex-life; wondering if what I did with Guy’s, was the kind of thing other Mom’s might masturbate over?But then sharing my bed with Iris last night and responding to her. This way, from where I come, I can survey it all, above the heads of the crowd that fills it.I have a good view at the stone tribune in front of the town hall, with the spiked statue of the Goddess on it, with all the implements of torture that await me, with the big gong, and with the torturer, dressed in his traditional hooded black garb, standing solemnly, looking like a statue himself.I feel a trace of pity for him — he will have to stand like this for many hours, through the heat of the. He never told me nothing about it directly, I just heard it around. But Little Tony drank a lot, and was hooked on pain killers big-time. Not aspirins, either. I'm talking Percs, Oxys, morphine. Big. Time. It seems his back was fucked up, which caused constant pain. And a couple of limbs were bent. And he lost an eye, so they gave him a glass one.The thing I didn't know about glass eyes, is you don't just get one and wear it forever. They wear out. And your eye-socket changes shape, and a bunch. When Peter came on I told him, make sure my husband has an extra few pints, I'll make him a big dinner, that should put him napping for an hour or two, I want your fucking cock, and I need him asleep, the reply I got was, consider it done you fucking horny bitch, I didn't wait around, I got straight on with the dinner, a glass of wine didn't go astray either, I didn't go to too much bother dressing up for it, so I just wore a skirt, bra, ant top, no panties of course, I wanted to be able to get.
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