We were the only women in the congregation. Jeez was I sore afterwards!”“Why don’t they admit other women into the service?” Miss Gale asks in...ocently.“For the simple reason, angel, that there’s never been a woman pope. Queen Elizabeth I, as head of the English church, was the nearest thing to a woman pope the authorities could come up with, after Marie Antoinette refused to show up because they wouldn’t conduct the service in French. Somehow, I don’t think we’ll be seeing any women popes up. Please give me more cock. I need cock."Before I could utter another plea, cocks once again impaled me, and I was in cock whore bliss. The pleasure I felt was beyond orgasms and continued to build with each new cock taking me and taking me to a realm where I lived for cock. I lost count of the cocks that took me, and just as Monica said, I finally just passed out. I have no idea if they continued to fuck me or not. To this day, I have no idea where Monica found so many men willing to fuck me. I. She looked down at him with a pleased smile, he was simply perfect, his dark hair was drenched in sweat, his eyes so lost with need and that body, toned and sweaty with her whip marks all over him. She feasted her eyes down on the boy’s erect cock while he bobbed his head up and down on her strap-on while his eyes full of lust and need were fixed on hers.“How can I say no to such an obedient doggie? It’s time to shoot that load before you explode my darling” She made him lie down again with his. Surrounding him in the room were dozens of individuals;thugs, murderers, smugglers, junkies, hanger-ons...and not more than a fewslaves. While Zorban didn't discriminate between different species, allthe slaves were female; each of them were gorgeous I suppose, though Ican honestly say that I was only ever attracted to the humanoid ones. Theslave girls were tormented and teased as they danced for the crowd,flirted with the onlookers, fanned the corpulent form of their master, andtwo of them.