”He kisses me again, and my head swims. The name ‘satyr’ rings a bell, but in my condition I can’t think of a thing.He gently applies pressure...with his finger and slides it into me. I moan at this slow motion, and wrap my arms around him, gently smoothing down the hair on his back. He slides his middle finger deep into me, then slowly withdraws it. When he has his finger half out, he pushes it back in, this time curling it as he goes.As his fingertip gently tickles my inner wall, I moan again. "You wanna try?" she asked.Blushing a little, he knelt beside her. She guided his hand onto the cow's teat, and he squeezed."Pull while you're squeezing," Aunt Jenny said. "It's a lot like playing with your prick. I'm sure you've done that a time or two, haven't you, Nick?"His face went scarlet, but his hand yanked on the udder, and the teat squirted milk."Once or twice," he said, looking away from her."So," she said, "I guess you and the girls are getting along okay. They're not here right. You offered yourself to torture and death willingly, which means you have earned a rank most of your kind will never know. It is my responsibility- our responsibility," she gestured around the room, "to teach you... shape you... guide you into being a servant worthy of holding thousands of lives at your mercy." Hades was dumbfounded and agog. His whole universe had been shaken, and he struggled to clutch all the fragments. Persephone smiled, edging up onto the altar until she was reclining. Christi watched with wide, almost innocent eyes, then pulled her sweater over her head. A gasp escaped Carol's lips upon seeing the magnificent breasts, round, large, but very firm. A tiny nipple topped each, elegantly pointing towards the ceiling at a slight angle. Almost embarrassed of her own bosom, Carol let her bra fall off her shoulders.Christi's eyes glued to the large tanned nipple, her hands unbuttoning the front of her tight jeans while Carol let her own skirt drop to the floor..