For several minutes her mind was blank. What happened? Slowly she recalled the big golden haired man. Buckley. Buckley and his enormously angry phallu...s. Something happened when he tried to penetrate her. Azalea wished she her mind hadn’t been so clouded. Then he punished her. She felt the tendrils of anger rise up from her gut. He was the one who had broken her eye socket. There was someone else. The young ginger haired man. Azalea didn’t know what his name was. Wait… there was one more. Flames cascaded over her shoulder, framing her sculpted face. It was the face of a goddess. Aphrodite brought to life, looking at ease before the larger than life mythical figures of Cupid and Psyche. As before, her eyes were hidden behind dark lenses. She wore a quietly amused smile, the corners of perfectly painted cherry red lips turned upwards, her complexion appearing carved from marble in contrast. She wore a simple white sundress, a hint of lace at the hem and capped sleeves, the scoop. He grabbed her hips and positioned her so she was on her hands and knees with her head towards my lap and her ass facing him. He began thrusting against her as he simulated fucking my pretty wife while her head rested on my now semi erect cock.The DJ played it up and the women ate it up. They all yelled and screamed as the well built dancer and I pretended to double team my wife.Finally he backed away from my wife and took a hand full of singles from her hand. He leaned in and kissed my wife on. Geeta led the way through a short passageway, opening into the Temple’s tablinum. A seated Alice awaited them, flanked on either side by senior Hetaerae. Alice was dressed in formal Temple attire, her robes a deep crimson with white lining. It was what she wore for high occasions and when supervising a sacrifice. Before Alice was a small table, and on it rested an ornate gift box. Geeta curtseyed, her eyes lowered. She looked again at the box. She had not expected Alice would have a gift for.