Once inside, she got on her hands and knees, presenting them a bitch ready to be fucked. The dog who resided in the pen walked up behind her and start...ed licking her well fucked pussy. Stephanie moaned with lust as the broad tongue drug across her swollen lips.After a couple minutes of licking her abused cunt, the large mastiff climbed on top of her, ready to claim his bitch. After a couple failed thrusts, he got the tip of his cock in the entrance of her channel. With a hard thrust, he forced. Marching stiffly up the stairs the smell of incense grew stronger, almost overpowering me as I reached the top. There, standing behind a tremendous black altar, stood a man who was undeniably a high priest of some sanguine religion. The tall, feathered mask that hid his features was his only raiment. Streaks of drying blood ran down his thin chest and drew streaks along his skinny thighs. I hesitated at the sight of the long black dagger in the priest's hand but was shoved toward the altar from. "Diamondmouth would say, 'It's all in how you treat 'em 'cause they all of them different; and they all of them the same.'"I'm lookin' the Bitch right inner eye, and I says, "I told Diamondmouth that I found that puzzling, and asked him to explain it some better. "Sure," he says to me, "You go 'round tryin' to power a strange cunt in'ta doing this, or that ¾ maybe you grab her by the hair, 'en knock her head against the wall ¾ not a good idea, 'cause then what you got is a bitch yelling rape on. I was still sitting on the edge of the lounger with him directly in front of me, his bulge right in front of my face. “Okay sweetheart, if you are sure.” I didn’t wait for any further instruction and fingered the waistband of his shorts with both hands, gently easing them down over his hips, then his cock. It was awesome! It lunged forward at me, shocking me slightly at its size and I let go of the shorts which slid down to his ankles. Looking up at him for approval his face lit up like I had.