"Thanks," Marti replied."Is 40 creds enough?" the man asked.Marti blinked. "Enough for what?" Just a quickie," the man said. "We can do it in the ba...k. The owner won't mind."It suddenly dawned on Marti that the man was offering to pay for sex. A man wanted to have sex with her! It made her skin crawl. She'd never been attracted to any man, and this one was far from handsome... just a typical blue collar guy with a beer belly, wearing jeans and a plaid shirt. He might easily have been one. I also removed my clothing. I again knelt before him and asked him to turn around and lean over the back of the sofa. He looked at me quizzically, but nonetheless, slowly turned and bent over.As I started licking his pucker the sounds emanating from him became guttural. Then I saw his hands appear before he pulled his cheeks apart as far as possible, signalling his total satisfaction. When I inserted my tongue into his manhole he began to grunt. As I commenced alternating between rimming him. I lightly run my hands from your neck down to your breasts and gently cup first one, then the other, being careful not to touch your nipples, feeling their delicious weight against your chest. I slide my hand lower down your stomach feeling every inch along the way. I lightly rub my hand on and over your pelvis, delighting in the feeling of your smooth, hairless skin. I move my hand lower still, down to your thigh, and I gently caress and squeeze on it, then slide it over to the other and. His head on a swivel, Ariston tried to look both ways as they walked into the temple.The Priestess smiled as Ariston's eyes tried to see everywhere at once and said, "Chose the devotee of Ashtar you wish. She will accept your gift to the Goddess and worship with you as the Goddess of Pleasure has taught." She motioned him forward and Ariston took halting steps down the tiled floor.So many women, tall and short, some smiling seductively, some with faces lowered coquettishly, but all watching to.