“May the words of our mouths and the meditations of our hearts be sweet savor to the powers we invoke.” She picked up the pewter goblet and caress...d it in her hands. It was heavily engraved both inside and out. As Rebecca looked at it, she realized the engravings had been done by hand, not with the popular electric engraving tools. Mrs. Weed smiled at her.“This was my husband’s cup, Hart. He used it as a member of our fellowship for thirty years.” The older woman’s voice became wistful as she. After a short while, the second cock was withdrawn and replaced by a third and so on. It was not long before a thin stream of mucous hung from this well used cunt and swung lightly back and forth with the movements of the thrusting cocks. Whilst this had been taking place, daddy had positioned himself behind Chantelle and eased his cock into her tight anus as nine continued to lick on her, now intermittently licking the wet shaft of daddys cock as he fucked her ass hole with long slow strokes.. " He put the brochures he'd collected on the kitchen table.His father nodded. "Let me look at them," he said, and picked them up. "I should probably consider working out, too. I have far too much desk time, and that can lead to a spare tire around the middle. What else is school like?"Jared wanted to tell his father about the sex, and Cynthia, and the nudity, but the words just wouldn't come. Cynthia had told him he couldn't talk about it. He'd thought that meant that he wasn't allowed to talk. "Oh, my poor baby." While John and I had been enjoying a romantic dinner and spending long hours giving each other pleasure in her bed, she had been locked in a padded room, bound in restraints, all alone. I suddenly felt sick.When I looked up at Monica's face, I didn't see sympathy in her piggy eyes. She was like a tick feeding off my pain. Something must have shown in my face, because she backed up a step in alarm. I hissed, "You love this kind of thing, don't you?" What do you mean?" You.