At first she thought that I didn't want her to do it, but when I told her that I would think her the most wonderful thing if she did indeed submit and...be used as a Satanic offering, she told me that she did indeed want to do it even though she was somewhat scared and apprehensive about it. "Perhaps," I told her, "you are already under Satan's control." This thought thrilled us both incredibly, and Margie became more confident about going ahead with it.It took some weeks before the session with. She wasn’t the first person, nor indeed the last, to have suffered this indignity. Either being rodgered by the coachman, a noted randy cocksman, or turned to marble in flagrante as it were. In truth he was shocked, having spent years under the impression that his dear wife the Duchess must have been the result of rape, the idea of his mother-in-law, a veritable dragon, actually participating in a sexual act willingly being completely unthinkable. A shame, he mused looking at the well formed. As my hips bucked so did his head held against my cunt making the orgasm feel endless and everytime I looked into his eyes, it just made the feeling stronger.He withdrew his head from its hammock and I felt him press his body against my back. I heard him undo his jeans. Thank god, I thought, he’s going to fuck me.He stood between my spread legs. I felt his cock against my pussy lips, sliding against their wetness as I moaned loudly, trying to push my hips back to meet him.“Put it in! Put it. "Jase... confuses me," I replied, and Eddie seemed to sit up in his seat a little, looking alarmed. "I mean, I know yesterday I fuc--I messed up. He hasn't said anything to me, so I thought maybe he was mad or something."I watched Eddie put down his fork as he released a breath, his alarmed expression slowly becoming troubled as he shook his head, and for a moment, his reaction made me nervous as I wondered if Jase really didn't like me."Jase is mad," Eddie admitted. "At me, not you. He's as.