The Goddess Isis took the fisherman Jeffery into theprivacy of his personal quarters, which were directly behind the dustycurtains of the markets, and...within those chambers she had intimaterelations of a sexual nature with him until late the following evening.The moment that the fisherman Jeffery had ejaculated his sperm insidethe Goddess Isis' body the first time she knew that her womb had beenfertilized and that she had been impregnated with her son and that hisname would be called Horus and. Warmth flowed over me as he thrust in and out and kissed passionately. Things were turning out okay, spousal rape an acceptable penance. As he climaxed, I lifted my pelvis to assist. As his semen, sans sperm, spewed into me, I was still his wife.We rolled apart and I went into a deep sleep. In the morning, he again hopped on me, finished in a frenzy of ownership declaration then grilled me after his deflation. I avoided answers as best I could, talked about an imaginary book discussed,. "Just like that," I told her. "Use more pressure, yeah that's good." Her tongue felt amazing as she lapped at my cock. "Stroke the shaft and cup the balls." I wince as she squeezed a ball. "Gently with the balls." Sorry, Master," she apologized."Now, suck the tip into your mouth, be careful with your teeth," I told her. "You can brush the cock with them, just don't bite hard. Ohh, yeah that's nice. Keep doing that with your tongue." She had the head of my cock in her mouth and was swirling her. I moved away. After some time she came in dressed in a light blue saree. She said sorry for the long wait. I didn’t mind if she allowed to stay with her for the rest of my life. She locked the door of her house, while I started my bike and was waiting for her to sit.She sat very far from me. I was dejected but the memories of nakedness was keeping me alive. I was thinking how to go ahead with this lady. The bank was around 4 km. from our house. We reached the bank. I took her to the bank.