Every temple of Luben was run by a married couple. The priest’s robes were black and trimmed in white, his hands folded before him, hidden by the sl...eves of his vestments. “Ah, Sir Knight, here to offer a prayer to your wife’s fidelity while you partake on a perilous quest?”I shook my head, a wave of nervousness coursed through me. I shifted, so aware that the Labyrinth ran beneath my feet. That Angela was down there about to tackle the Minotaur, a foe nearly as dangerous as the dragon. In this way she should do the work of a man, which we shall presently relate.Whatever is done by a man for giving pleasure to a woman is called the work of a man, and is as follows:While the woman is lying on his bed, and is as it were abstracted by his conversation, he should loosen the knot of her undergarments, and when she begins to dispute with him, he should overwhelm her with kisses. Then when his lingam is erect he should touch her with his hands in various places, and gently manipulate. "She then informed me that my surprise would be unveiled immediately. She had been using lube to lightly stroke my dick, but the pressure was not nearly enough to give me what I desperately needed, an orgasm, so I was left sitting contemplating my fate. Lynn looked so attractive and sexy, it was easy to take a deep breath and not worry too much about my present situation. She found what she was looking for and turned around, holding a large black object that obviously was a butt plug. It looked. ”“I can't wait until 3 PM tomorrow, Mom,” groaned my daughter, pressing her naked body against mine. Her hot pussy rubbed on my thigh. “You're going to fuck me on live TV.”“I am,” I moaned, squeezing her ass, loving the feel of her silky pubic hair and hot pussy grinding on my thigh. “So hard. They're going to love you.”It still felt so surreal to me that my life had changed so much. This morning, before the sun rose, I had an interview with Dr. Rita Jones. She claimed to have a cure for any.