" Did she," she said, cocking her head, "and did she teach you to ask before you acted?" The one that sat here," I said, "he was pawing you most rudel...y. Is he the one you were to marry?"She smiled. "No. He is an ass, a buffoon and a drunk. The other one, whose ribs you probably broke, he's my husband-to-be. I saw you cut open his nose by the way. That was nasty." Um," I said, shaking my head. "He'll heal." They may come back, and bring some friends." Oh?" She was delectable, so young and clean,. And you pulled me closer with your hands.. reaching to my firm strong buttock... you massaged them....your fingers moved right to the strength of my passion... grasping it and gently running your fingers along its shaft... stroking it you found the opening of your love...my shaft penetrating your naked swollen pink lips....the head of my manhood prying at you pushing at you gaining access to you.... gently pushing past the muscles that would hold it prisoner...deeper and deeper i penetrated you. He spoke, “I can’t shoot third time, and I am empty.” I gave him naughty smile, “I will make you cum and empty you till last drop.” I was jumping faster, harder on his cock. He was moaning harder now, “aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh please stopppppppp aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh.” I wanted to take my revenge and I can hold my climax for longer time, so jumping on his dick faster, harder. As he was going to cum, I slowed my pace and stop jumping. He looked at me, “why you stopped? I was going. Eight priestesses put the poles on their shoulders and carried me off, feet first as if I was in slung in a hammock. Something strange happened. One of the two women by my head put her hand out and stroked my hair. Was that a message? From the other side a woman caressed my cheek. Although all eight carrying me were wearing red skirts I felt that at least some of them were our friends.We went down some stairs and through several rooms. Many doors were shut and locked behind us. A secret door.