I cleaned him off, put on my robe and went downstairs. I was feeling a little guilty and awkward about my time with Carl Weathers – so I thought bet...er just put him back where I found him and forget all about this crazy little night. It was late and I assumed the party was over.It wasn’t.Barbara Jean and Cheyenne were on the couch chatting happily while my ex-husband and my son in law were down on the knees giving the two of them expert pedicures and pampering them while they sipped on. She felt sick. He was already picturing her bare breasts, and he would see them. The warden led her down the long dark hallway with his assistant behind her. They said nothing.When they stepped out the door into the courtyard a deeper silence fell, without whispering for the moment. All the people watched the three walk from the door to a ladder that led to the platform at the base of the sculpture, prisoners and guards and public all watching. Only the girl did not know what they were to see;. " "So, I'm nothing more than a slave to this 'ritual', as you put it? My only true existence is here with you, bridged by week after empty week of waiting anxiously for your cock inside me again? I'm much more than that, Simon. As sure as you are of me, you've dismissed my strengths - my capacity to love my husband, and much of what I am." She expected some sort of retaliation - a scathing look, or words laced with enough sarcasm to put her in her place. Instead, he concentrated quietly on his. And what a beautiful pussy it was too, tight and compact with the lips just barely peeking out from inside her peach, as if it were a flower just beginning to bloom. She kept herself shaved except for a trim triangle of the same fiery red hair just above her clit. I could see the first few droplets of her juice and I knew she was as eager as I was for this to happen. I positioned myself between her raised legs and got my face close to her steaming hole. Her musky, fragrant aroma was heady and I.