Her breast were bare, carved from pure marble.“Judge her, Saphique,” moaned the priestesses.My fingers pumped faster. The heel of my hand ground o... my clit. I groaned at the sharp jolt of bliss that shot through me. My hips bucked off the marble floor as my moans echoed through the sanctum.“I love you, Saphique,” I moaned. “I will always be faithful.”“Faithful,” echoed the priestesses.I breathed in the wonderful perfume of hot pussy. Their musks and mine all mixed together. My eyes rolled back. Then I felt her soft, satin gloves on either shoulder,and I reached up to touch her hand with my own."I wish I had my pants with me," I said."You do?" Her tone was surprised, upset. "Why?"I gathered my skirts and slid off of the swing. "Because," I said. Iturned, looked at her, and fluttered my eyelashes.She looked disappointed. "Well," she said softly, "I mean, I don't mindyou in pants. It was just fun having you in skirts today." And I had fun in skirts," I said. "It's just that I. Throughout life there is the belief that at the end of the road your fate is decided by the man in the clouds, God.Or that your are taken by death to purgatory for eternity.It's things like these that really mess with people, if you are to be judged them what happens if you are given a shit hand in life, end up on the streets or alone.We were given free will without restrictions and to then be judged by the almighty creator for his fuck-up is a bunch of bull.This is where our story comes to a. I was teasing her with my tongue, kissing the birthmark that was right above the vagina.I didn’t want to lose my time and I moved my tongue along the snatch. It made her quiver and I felt her love juices on my lips. Not actually giving her time to enjoy the caress, I was thrusting my tongue deeper and deeper. I was fucking her with my mouth.She was bucking, moaning and crying. I never stopped licking her vehemently. Her moaning made feel so good her hot slender body was the source of delight.