”As I positioned myself between Sara’s legs Tim announced, “You’ve got a two minutes. Go!”I placed one hand on each cheek and started to kne...d them like they were bread dough. After a few moments of doing that, I placed my thumbs against her crack and started to squeeze and release her cheeks like I was feeling an under inflated basketball. As Tim called time Sara was beginning to squirm each time I squeezed. She sighed, “That felt really good Greg. Your thumbs were up against my asshole. I was. I held her against the wall and started to slam my cock inside her as hard as I could. She screamed loudly as she held on tight. I could see her husband jerking off once more as he intently watched my cock slide in and out of his new bride’s cunt.I could feel her body shaking as her orgasm hit her. She pushed me away, making my cock slip out of her cunt. It slipped out just in time for me to see her pussy gush. Her orgasm must have been strong as she seemed to limp over to the bed and fell down. I had claimed possession of it from Carsina as we entered the easternmost lands. The hammer pulsed more and more. It trembled, growing closer and closer to where it yearned to be. It was created to work the Altar of Souls, to forge powerful artifacts at the hands of the God of Crafts.And now it was in my hands.At night, I slept with it cradled to my breasts. It filled my dreams with strange images of the muscular god working, crafting all the artifacts of the gods: Grimsilence, the Tourmaline. With her other hand she smartly slaps my ass! I cry out in surprise and pain and humiliation. First I bring her to climax even as I remain yet unsated, then she raises her hand against me!I turn, my own hand upraised to show her who is the þrall and who is the mistress, but I find it caught in my husband's tight grip. My cheeks flush and redden in my mounting humiliation, to have my own husband discipline me in front of the þrall. My head bowed in shame, I relent and allow my husband's þrall to.