Then I abruptly shove my tongue into your pussy as far as I can, bringing my right hand up and playing with your clit. Pumping my tongue in and out of...your soaking, sticky pussy, frigging your clit fast and hard, deciding I need some relief myself. Moving my left hand down between my legs, feeling the wetness all over my inner things, skipping my clit and thrusting two fingers into my pussy, making an audible sound as I do, grunting into your pussy. Sliding my tongue in and out, as fast as I. When my wife said it was time to start getting ready forthe Halloween party, she took my hand and led me to our bedroom.In the afterglow of a couple of orgasms I was easily persuaded to letGloria give me an enema supposedly so I would not have to go to therestroom for a bowel movement at the party. She even had me give her anenema for the same reason. That was followed by a douche to clean outour vaginas to make sure that they were clean and sweet smelling."A girl never knows when she will have. We just lay there in that peaceful, tranquil, eternal pool—just being. It was heaven beyond any heaven I had ever felt before. We eventually drifted off to sleep, dreaming of fairies and sprites and meadow nymphs without anywhere to go or anything to do except to dance, to sing, to be. We found ourselves in the Temple of Bubastis. I untied Barry from the altar, knelt down, and wept my plea for forgiveness to him. He gave it without reproach, took my hand, and led me out to the gardens to. “Now,” another woman’s voice said. “Here are the rules. The slave stands naked in the center of the circle, with his hands behind his back. He is not allowed to defend himself in any way.”“Put your hands behind your back,” she ordered. When Craig obeyed, she spun him around three or four times, so he no longer remembered in which direction he was facing.“Who’s going to be first?” the same woman asked. She kept her hands on his chest, pinching his nipples, so he got excited even though he.