This continued for about 20 minutes.Then, she got up suddenly and headed for the door. I immediately got up and moved back into a study room, figuring...that she might be walking around the entire room as people sometimes do. I waited about 5 minutes and returned to where I was. I believe she did circle the room, but I couldn't check without her seeing me. When I returned to my spot in the racks of books, she was back in her chair. She was organizing her materials and putting some things away, so. She poured herself some apple juice, revelling in its sweetness.Then, the chimes rang out as the sun set, and Julia went out for the first time as a pleasure slave of the temple.She walked along the ornate pathways laid out among trees and shrubs, amongst beautifully tended gardens and rough grassland which stretched for over three miles in any direction. As she walked, she thought back to the day that seemed so long ago when her mother had brought her to the Temple of Diana on her sixteenth. Soon I was kissing her stomach and legs. She was enjoying herself and kept on reading the magazine. I opened her legs and found her pussy already juicy and dripping with desire. I loved her dark lips and beautiful deep pink hole I could not resist but to plunge my tongue into her and drink her juices. Again I noticed the contrasts between us. My white hands against her dark lips. I loved every minute and my growing cock ached to plunge into her. She came quickly and I was quite pleased with. He even had the courageto ride his hand up my dress and clutch my satin clad pussy. "Oh Jesus!"Craig gave me a squeeze. "You ok?"I could hardly tell him what the boy had done and how much it had arousedme. I blushed, trying to cover up the little tent in my dress with myjacket. If the other ladies in the club saw it, it might freak them out.In the club, some drunken Irish college boy flung a drink over me andCraig and stormed, "It's Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve."Well I wasn't going to have.