As I was doing so, Pyx brought out the food: her wonderful meatloaf, baked macaroni and cheese, made from scratch wheat dinner rolls, steamed fresh sp...inach, and a tossed salad. She kept the door propped open, so she could hear my account.While I served myself, Pyx prayed silently and crossed herself. After that, she started filling her plate.My young slave spoke tentatively. "Master, can I give you my opinion?"This surprised me. Pyx rarely spoke her mind, even when asked. I nodded. "You may." I. It wasn't long before the sweet music of my crotch spanking Ashley's crotch filled the air, and the moans of Lynne playing with her pussy was in the background."Oh, God! Oh, God! I miss cock. I miss cock," cried out Ashley while the slapping sound of my crotch against her crotch was louder."FFFUUUCCCKKKK!" yelled out Ashley, and her feet shot up on the air with her toes pointing at the ceiling while she had an intense orgasm.I continued to pump her pussy."AHHHH!" Lynne yelled, having an orgasm. This was most efficiently done by reducing them to their sexuality, even as sexuality itself was reduced to the realm of temptation, the source of human weakness and unworthiness and the potential root of downfall for men.Thus, Mary of Magdalene, who began as a devoted woman at Jesus’ side, became the redeemed whore and Christianity’s model of repentance, a manageable, controllable figure, and effective weapon and instrument of propaganda against her own sex. There were reasons of narrative. She kept massaging herself in slow, sensual circles, inviting me over with an equally slow motion of her other finger.I gave myself two strokes before kneeling at her pussy and began to taste that salty brine I know and love so well. I played with her labia, feeling her hands hold me there. I moved up to her clit, licking and tonguing it like a kitten at a bowl of milk. I slid down to that oh so velvety and soft space at the base of her sex, before moving even further down to rim her ass..