Her name was Anun, a twenty three year old western educated product of a rich family and currently looking for worldwide business opportunities (altho...gh Simon didn’t quite understand her slight smirk after mentioning this). She was visiting friends in Pattaya for a few days before returning to her home in the north. One of her friends had let her down this evening so she had decided to dine alone in walking street before returning to her hotel.For Simon the hours went by all too quickly as he. Every man grasped a woman, pulled her to the short, dry turf and vigorously entered her. Nor was Sela omitted. The stalwart young warrior she had selected grabbed her by the waist and pushed her back against the altar. A movement at the corner of her eye told her that Rawk was again claiming his right to possess the body of the sacrificial maiden. Tradition held that the priest could use and enjoy her until the new moon, then for the days until the following new moon she would be available for. English, Western, Dressage, Jumps, or Trail - whatever people rode - was accepted. In order to make ends meet and keep costs down, once a year the barn held "The Rave". It was never advertised - people just heard about it through the grapevine. Indeed the characters who turned up to take part had nothing to do with horses at all, they just lived a slightly alternative post hippy lifestyle and fancied a weekend camping in the woods around the barn and a darn good party. The neighborhood didn't. I squatted over his face and started fingering my pussy while I had many hands fondling my breasts.I was loving it. I quickly stopped and got up to get a chastity that I had bought and proceeded to put my sissy slave husband in it before he could get hard again.I cut all his clothes off with scissors and left him in the chair,completely naked.I could see the embarrassment in his eyes and I loved it.Then I saw five throbbing hard cocks already in condoms pointing at me and I couldn’t help.