Bigger around than the shaft and tall. The shaft was veiny and rigid. My lips fit over the head and I sucked about half of him in. My tongue found the... hole in the end of that head and I played with it, holding the head just in and flittering my tongue in and around the hole. I sucked him down to the back of my throat as he carressed my back. After a few minutes, I took him from my mouth slowly. As I was doing that, I had intied my bikini bottom and as I rose, it just slid off. I stepped over. Upon doing so, three priests appeared as if by magic. They undid the bindings on my wrists, but bound each arm and leg in a spread eagle position, with my back, cold against the stone, and the rest of me exposed to the heat of the fire. I prepared myself for the inevitable, my life given in sacrifice to their god, my blood pooling on the stone as my life drained out slowly. It was at that point that the drums stopped, the priests disappeared, the goddess's name was slowly and quietly chanted,. My wife spent the hole week with CEO Mr. Malvide. Bye the end of week Monsieur Malvide wanted to get to know the city and its night life,and had asked if my wife could to show him around town. With the worry to disappoint him my wife had agreed on one night out. Later that evening my wife 'Raquel' ran the idea and plan bye me. I totally disagreed with the hole thing. Raquel out on the town late at night with a rich french executive did not sit right with me. So Raquel came up with the idea that. She never wore much under those very short skirts either, usually a very skimpy g-string. The sight of her bare tits and her bare ass cheeks, she didn't squat to pick things up but bent over at the waist, didn't turn me on but it certainly turned the guys on. Rachel had become an exhibitionist; she enjoyed turning guys on. It turned her on. What I didn't know that it extended to her family.Anyway, Becky's party and my initiation to sex with the extended family. Rachel had slipped off her.