It was OK with us, it’s just a “guy thing”, going to the topless bars and tucking money in the girl’s g-strings.We got back to Sheila late in ...the afternoon. I helped Sheila carry in her packages, leaving mine in the car. We’d had a good day at the mall by the looks of all the shopping bags we filled. “Diane, how about something cold to drink?” Sheila asked.“Sounds like a good idea!” I replied.We walked over to the bar and Sheila poured us two glasses of chilled wine. It really hit the spot. We. When she came, let out a huge "yyyyyyeeeeeeeeessssssssssss", her legs relaxed a bit. But I carried on, I released her hand and grabbed her hips pulled her close to me and kept the tempo and the rhythm up. She stated to moan again, this time louder. It didn't take long for her to cum again. "I need a drink", she said. I lifted her up slide my legs under her so we were both sitting up, I reach over to the wine took out the cork and poured her a drink. As she started to drink I started to move my. Now I gotta tell you, I’ve had a lot of blow jobs, but all I could think is, this lady really knew what she was doing, ( and to tell you the truth, this is kind of scary cause I wonder how much practice she’s had !)I never even felt her teeth scrape against me or anything. I kept thinking….."Where did she learn to suck cock like this ?" It’s like sucking cock is an art form for this woman. She was actually making love to my dick with her gorgeous little naughty mouth, driving me crazy with her. The world, of course, continued on its course around the sun with the sun shining down clearly evidencing that the lost sacrifice hadn't prevented time and life from going on.According to what I had been told, the town had given the most girls for sacrifice over the many years. As the long minutes went on and everyone processed what had happened and the lack of any ramifications, there was a moaning sound from the men and women gathered and even from a few priests. Other priests began to look.