One minute Annamarie was moaning in mounting rapture as I ravished her G spot with every thrust, and then nada, zilch, sod all.I stared forlornly at ...the little limp finger of gelatine, which only a short time ago had been a rampant rock hard penis of passion."What happened?" Annamarie's question mirrored mine. "We were reaching the heights, and then your prick fell out of my pussy like a drunk out of bed. Did I do something wrong?" Her face was red with suppressed fury, and unsuppressed. This was largely unnecessary, for with all but most resilient of spirits, the mere humiliation he had suffered would transform the victim into the most docile of sheep, unable to act but on the command of his master.Each month, when the moon was at her zenith, the warriors of Sodom would meet at their cult place and one would bring his victim as the sacrifice. The victim would be laid across the stone and the warriors would line up to have their turn with him. If his keeper had been so kind. ” Glimmer snapped out of anger for my hesitation. I frowned and watched as Glimmer bent down and snatched my jacket off the ground. She already had her own jacket which was basically identical to mine. “Umm that’s mine.” I said softly but Glimmer just slung it around her shoulders and held it to her before she headed towards the mouth of the cave. “See it as a trade for the bow and arrows.” She said before she disappeared into the sunlight. After she was gone, I felt empty and I wasn’t sure. "Come on in." He followed me around the house to the back door and into the kitchen where I opened the fridge and offered him his choice of imported beers. "Grab what you want," I told him reaching in and grabbing a Moose head for myself. Walking around the outside of the house, I got a good chance to scope out this big hairy Italian man. He must have been in his late 40's to early 50's, about 6'3" and certainly around 340 solid pounds. I was relishing the view of his white tee,.