And there were only a handful of us. Day 29 This morning, again the familiar three long buzzes that tell me I’m wanted. When he removed the Devic... it was thrilling now. To know that whatever I did now was purely for him. Purely for the Temple. Free of any potential ulterior motives. I enjoyed performing for him even more than the last time. Though again, it couldn’t last long. The tension built up so quickly. And in the end, I could only have my hand nearby, but not touching. Or else I. I pointed it down at my aching hot pussy.I started fucking my pussy with the spoon faster, harder, saying, 'Yes, Sir, yes, Sir,' again and again, getting louder as the spoon thrusts into my body. I pictured him between my legs, pushing his hard cock into me with every thrust of that spoon. I could hardly wait to feel the orgasm I wanted so badly.I sent the video, not able to type anything else through the haze of pleasure I experienced because of my intense orgasm.Once I'd finished, my orgasm. Now they say the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, au contraire, tell him he’s got a big dick, that’ll get ‘em every time.I ain’t sure which swelled faster, my ego or John Henry; I’d guess ego took the lead but John Henry caught up quick.My God Cassie may have been a skinny little waif of a thing but she had one talented mouth. I’ve had more than my share of blow jobs but as a fellatrix she was beyond compare. I know, fellatrix, a damned big word for a country boy like me. I’ve got a. She waxed in between my butt cheeks to ensure no hair appeared by the sides of the thin strap of material. This was a new experience for me. I only ever shaved down there, and never in some of these regions.“Okay, you are now ready for the artist. He only has thirty minutes to complete it, so good luck!”“So, the artist, body painter, whatever, is a guy and not a female?” I asked in shock.“Yes, Steve is a guy,” she answered.“But are there not women artists from the beauty school?” I asked as the.