"Are you all set?" I asked her."Yes, I'm ready," she said."Remember, when you hear this whistle," I blew the Loon whistle which had a lower sound than...most birds and was distinct. "It means an old man is walking your way and is about 50 yards away from you." "If I blow this whistle," I blew the song sparrow whistle which had a much higher pitch, "it means to abort and cover yourself because someone is coming." Okay, I got it,'' she said."I'll be 30 yards away to the south sitting closer to the. The truth of the matter was, while the sex was great and the gifts were almost always a constant turn on, the relationship didn't seem to be moving past that. We had very little in common in regards to music or even movies, ironic given the sort of business we were in. And the phone calls. My God the phone calls. They had seemed innocent at first, calling to say things like "I'm so horny sitting here thinking about you," and "I can't wait till tonight when I can fuck your brains out," to things. She looked at him with lust in her eyes and adoration. Allison realized this was a marriage ceremony. The priestess approached and took the mans cock in her hand and began rubbing the same liquid all over his large member. When she finished she smiled at him and nodded. The music and the chanting now reaching a fever pitch. The man rubbed his cock on her pussy, then pressing the head into her. He looked down at her and in a single thrust buried his cock all of the way inside her. She cried out. “I will free you of this, if you want,” Sara said. “You didn’t ask to share your bed with me.”“What if I don’t want to be freed? What if becoming your lover is the most fulfilling thing that’s ever happened in my life?” Belle said with a sob. “Why would you take that away from me?”“That’s not what I’m saying!” Sara shouted. “I’m afraid I did this to you to fill a need that has been missing from my life.”“Why are you saying that?” asked Belle, feeling the water chilling slightly.“Baby girl, how.