When they had finished, they turned apprehensively to face the men and watched as they pushed the table away.The five of them sat on chairs in a crude...sort of an arc and made the two women stand before them. The game was simple; they would each take a turn at spinning an empty bottle on the floor. If the neck of the bottle pointed at a man, whichever of them had spun it would give him a blow-job. If it pointed at either of the women, then the woman must decide who she would give a blow-job to.. ” That had done it and released the psychological dam. He held me tightly and renewed his assault on my sore little cunt, feeling the warm flood of juices dripping down his balls with every thrust. With each move of upward momentum, I pushed down onto his cock in a filthy reunion of our sexes. We were both breathing hard, and I was moaning with the intensity of the situation, as I held onto him, feeling like a rag doll on his lap as he unleashed the heady combination of lust and horror over my. “That is interesting,” Lilith purred, peering over my shoulder. Her large breasts swayed over my head. “If you add one more line, he'll gladly do whatever you say. Just type, 'Steve Davies listens to everything his wife tells him because he desires to make her happy. He knows that to make her happy, he has to listen to her.'”A wicked shudder rippled through me. It would be so easy to do that. A moment later, anger swelled.I looked up at the demon, my eyes narrowing. “You don't understand love. The cow mooed and the calf suckled until Bruce felt the inevitable stirring in his balls. His sperm did not care if it swam down the bovine throat or up a tight pussy. His load was ready to shoot and he shook on his knees as the calf took his ejaculation down like an sip of cow milk. He was licked clean and then he got up and returned to the picnic with John. John announced that the calf was a healthy one and the congregation nodded knowingly at their return. The ministers wife Joanne went to.