If he had no fear, then neither would she. His tongue drove deeply between the folds of her lips, eagerly lapping at her endless supply of juices. Her...body glistened with sweat and scented oils as it convulsed. She was no more than a puppet being made to dance at the slightest twitch of his talented tongue.Only a few nights ago, the High Priest had brought one of his favorite young priestesses with him to their rendezvous. She was thin and impossibly cute and kept her dark brown hair tied back. Her look hardened. "I plan to come back to this and let you fill my mouth," she informed me. "When I do, I expect you to force me deeper."Her eyes issued a challenge as she pulled my cock back into her mouth and let it slide deep into her throat. I matched her challenging look as I slid my hand into her hair. I grabbed a handful and pushed her head down. Her eyes rolled closed in pleasure, and I gave her three hard thrusts before letting her loose. Her body seemed to tremble in orgasmic release. I didn’t know what to think about what was going on with us. Things have definitely changed. Lynn was not acting like my little girl anymore. I needed to find out where this was going. With the wife gone all week, it was a good time to talk to Lynn about it.All day I tried to stay busy with cleaning the house and weeding the flower garden and hauling off the trash. Because I stay at home during the day, we agreed it would be up to me to deal with the housework. I am ok with that. It breaks up. ”“Thank you. What should I call you?” asked Lizbet.“Matra is our form of respect from a youngster to a married woman or a widow like myself.”“Then thank you, Matra.”“Is it okay if I examine you?”“Of course. Eloyin speaks very highly of you.”“Would you follow me to my surgery. Eloyin, wait there. I won’t be long,” Matra instructed.Matra led Lizbet to her surgery, then returned a few minutes later carrying my extra jerkin. “You can leave Lizbet in my hands, I’ll take good care of her,” said.