Crais was a funny guy. Even with a gun to his head. Though, the laughter stopped when Crais barreled forward, slamming headfirst into a wall. The girl... was strong. ‘YOU DON’T WANT TO TOUCH ME!?’ She screamed. Crais rolled over, arching a brow at her, the white blood that flowed from the back of his head that reminded Eddie of hair conditioner didn’t seem to deter his wit any. ‘No. I’ve got enough threatening my life right now without having to worry about gonorrhea.’ He muttered. The girl. - Oh my god, I'm so sorry! She said but kept staring.Emma looked at her, then at me and smiled.- Why don't you help me? This cock is unsatiable, it's always hard. Emma said smirking and looked at the hot waitress, whom smiled carefully.- But I'm married. She said. I turned her way so my cock was pointing at her, and she was convinced, she got down on her knees and placed her perfect red lips around my cock and slowly sucked it, I almost came from that. She slowly began sucking my cock deeper. I promised to tell him all about it while fucking him with my strapon. After another much needed nap, I woke feeling particularly mean. I told my bitch to make me some coffee and to bring the mouth gag. When he brought it to me, I strapped it firmly in place and remarked how nice it will be to not have to listen to his shit. I took a handful of hair, looked deep into his eyes, and told him things are different now and hoped he was ready for a new reality. I saw fear; my still sore and gaped. We returned from the dusty ruins in time for a shower, and then met our companions for lunch. After the meal, they gave us good directions with some landmarks and we felt like we could find their condo in Akumal.As we drove back to the hotel in Akumal, I asked her, "Why do you suppose that all of these religions require sacrificial virgins?"She smiled wryly, "Sacrifices, yes, but they did not all lead the lives of vestal virgins." I have always been curious about how humans come to invent.