‘MMM…MMM…’ she moaned from around my dick as she sucked away on it, her hands squeezing my balls as I held it at the back of her throat and ga...e her a few final thrusts. ‘UH…cumming Vic…’ I whispered as I shot my second load of the night down her throat, causing her to choke on it before she began to drink it down and let me guide my dick out of her warm mouth. ‘You want me to put it in your pussy or your ass this time baby?’ I asked her as I ran my dick along her pussy lips and waited for her. A pair of vast bat wings spread to either side, but it was the idol's face that held his attention. It bore no features, human or otherwise. Instead, the entire front of the misshapen head was taken up by a mass of stony tentacles that ended in glowing eyes or greedily fanged mouths. Although the stone of the idol was chipped and battered, it still exuded an air of chill menace.The girl, fighting back fearful sobs, had been chained to an X shaped framework of wooden beams, and the priests were. She lay back on the large bed, parted hershapely legs, and gestured for me to assume the missionary position. Ihappily got into place but wasn't sure what she intended. I mean, I hadassumed we would have traditional sex on our wedding night but it lookedlike she might have other ideas. Once I was on my knees, hands oneither side of her head, my new wife chuckled and invited me to takeher. I pressed my confined penis against her warm crotch and received awild thrill. My dick got semi-stiff. Her only daughter is married and lives in Lester with her husband. Rokeya doesn't have a job but receives housing benefits from the council and goes to an English language learning school to improve her English because she arrived in the UK from Bangladesh just a couple of years ago when her husband divorced her for another woman. So she joined a local English language school during the summer near east London and she goes to attend the class 3 times a week. She always wears a black silky abaya.