She would guide my head into place, and literally grind her pussy onto my tongue and mouth. She got into the verbal humiliation side of things, also. ...If I wasn't licking her exactly the way she wanted, she would push my head away and slap me across the face. Then she would say something like, "Eat my cunt properly, bitch." Then she would pull my head back into her crotch, grasping my hair firmly and holding me in place. It sounds much worse than it was because no matter what she said, I enjoyed. She’d been there, half naked and gorgeous and grinding herself against his lap, and he had been stunned by just how badly he’d wanted to break his celibate streak right then and there. But he wanted so much more than just sex with this woman, and he wouldn’t take the chance that she felt pressured – or just unimpressed with his effort. She deserved to be romanced, showered with gifts and read poetry, not tumbled on the ground of some nasty cave. He was going to have to up his game if he ever. She gasped lightly, he was pinching her nipple. Even inside the hot shower, she could feel a cold chill go down her back. She felt like she was having sex for the first time. His cock was firmly pressed against her body. Carly placed her soapy hand on his dick. She slowly began sliding her hand back and forth. Carly bent herself down until her face was in front of his dick. The water rolling off his body had washed away the soap. ‘I always fantasized about this moment…’ he said. ‘You don’t have. Iwas led into the house and placed into a kneeling position.I heard a female voice I did not recognize say, "So you arethe man that wants to marry Rebbeca Whittley is thatcorrect?" Yes, mam I am." Well, Rebbeca is a member of a secret society thatrequires her to get permission before she marries. As thehigh priestess of that society, it is my responsibility togive that permission. But before I can give her permissionto marry you, you must pass through certain ceremonies. Imust warn you that.