As they turned to leave, Tara and I entered the temple.Tara took me to a small room first before I entered the main part of the temple. Here I took of... my clothes–they had gotten covered with the fine gray dust from the trail and I needed to be cleansed before entering the inner part of the temple. This cleansing consisted of a being bathed by one of the temple attendants, a lovely dark-skinned woman.She didn't speak, so I never learned her name–the temple attendants did not speak, much like. She felt foolish and degraded as she shuffled along, her chain clinking rhythmically, past the line of other prisoners. Most were silent as she walked awkwardly past them, her shaven head obediently bowed. With her hands secured behind her she had no choice but to keep her eyes on the ground so this part of her ritual humiliation lost a bit of its sting. Although most of the watching prisoners were silent, a few muttered words of encouragement and she sensed an atmosphere of sympathy. There. - I told you this was not fit! hissed the wife and shook her daughters arm. The girl, a slim, bigbreasted blonde of about sixteen, looked freightened. She just wore a standard if somewhat small, black bikini. Nothing you couldn't wear on the beach on a summers day. - But mom, I...! stuttered the girl, and looked pleadingly at her dad. - No but's here! said her dad and crossed his arms, - Get naked right now so we can get in! - ALL naked?! But that's not fair!!! - Now DO IT or I'll let your dad. It grew until it stuck straight out from Juan’s stocky body. It was easily 8 inches long, but was also very thick. It was uncircumcised. The first uncut cock Susan had ever seen. ‘Does your husband have a fuck stick like this one?’ asked Juan. Susan didn’t reply, but her continued stare told Juan that she had never seen a cock like his. As he looked at her looking at him, Juan thought to himself that if he went slow and easy this married bitch might turn out real good. She had already stopped.