It had been a couple of weeks since that first night. After class Megan did her chores then hung out with Savannah like the old days. She stopped worr...ing about her mother. She knew if she recovered she'd call and let her know. One night she was getting ready for bed. Savannah came in and sat on the bed. As she picked out a night gown Savannah came up behind her. Wrapping her arms around her. Moving her hand down, she ran her fingers over the elastic of Megan's panties. She asked, why do you. If she wasn’t looking forward to this nights scheme as much as she was, Mina might have considered looking at herself the entire night. There was something about the outfit, something so wonderfully different from the bland, conservative outfits she had to wear to work. Mina considered it for a moment, then licked her lips, smirking as realization dawned on her. She looked like a slut. Not cheap, not whorish, but slutty. This outfit showed off her body to anybody who cared to look, and it would. ? You see him give asmall nod of approval, then the gong sounds.?You see each of the priestesses leading a young male novice towards the alter, each of them with a stiff erect cock clearlythrobbing and red even in the moonlight.?There cock and balls are caught in intricate harness to keep them hardand to prevent their release before the appointed time, they have spent the daychained to stones in the ring haven been given aherbal infusion to help keep the hard all day.??Each of the six novices. You look down at it for a second, then back up at me, I grin and switch it on, my shirt slipping to the side a little so that you catch a glimpse of my bra before I sit back and it drops back into place.Raising the camera, you snap off a photo.Holding your gaze, I slowly raise my knees to my chest, ankles crossed and I lean back, resting my weight on my hands.The action causes my shirt to fall open and my skirt to rise up my bare legs. I shrug my shoulders and the shirt slides teasingly down my.