Then there was silent hour, in which no one was allowed to speak, then it was dinner time, followed by another sermon. At the night sermon we not only eat a wafer, but we also drank from a special concoction, after that another hour of chores and then it was bedtime. I got used babe to the rhythm of living here. Eventually the novelty whore of. I learned which shower was always cold and with a sad drizzle instead of a powerful beam, I learned which were the good chores and which were the annoying chores. Most of all I liked the sermons, I loved the singing, the monotone chanting, it always made asian me feel euphoric and humble and small and filled with the desire to serve and submit. The first time it happened right after the night sermon, I still not sure what happened exactly, all of the other girls had left the chapel to do their chores, it was my job to clean the chapel. I was still elated and happy after the sermon, my mind seemed to be dizzy with happiness and euphoria. I walked through the benches and checked whether all Hairy the kneepads were tidied away, and then I pulled the mob out and I started cleaning the floor, still softly humming one of the songs we’d sung that night. Then I heard a voice. The voice said that if I put the mob aside and cleaned the floors with a floor cloth while sitting on my knees that I would look way more subservient and humble to our God. At first I looked around, I thought maybe one of the girls was playing a joke on me, but it was a male voice, there wasn’t any man in this temple, we did everything ourselves, and it clearly had been a male voice. ‘Obey me.’ The voice said, and I dropped to the floor instantly. Like I couldn’t even think, as if I was bewitched somehow, my body just obeyed that voice and my own mind had become superfluous. I started scrubbing the floor with a cloth even though my knees were hurting. I worked my way all the way up to the aisle when I heard the voice again he ordered me to step onto the altar. I know japanese we aren’t suppose to, the elders have told us time and again, that we shouldn’t even touch the altar to clean it, that we aren’t humble and subservient enough yet, that we have to wait until we’re in the forth or the fifth group. But I couldn’t disobey that voice, it was physically impossible to disobey. I fought the impulse to touch the white marble, to climb up on the big marble table, but my body just did it anyway. The marble was really cold against my legs, I sat on the altar and looked up at the oval shape, the oval shape was the symbol of our God, we all had oval shaped ornaments in our house. In the past I even had an oval shaped necklace, but in here we weren’t allowed to have jewelery. As I stared at the oval Fingering I felt my body tingling, my mind tingling, there was still a whiff of incense lingering in the chapel. My eyes were warm, they started to sting, almost as if the oval was exuding this blinding bright light, my eyes even started watering and then suddenly a shadow appeared in that blinding light, a shadowy figure that came closer and closer, bigger and bigger. It was a man, but not really, it was bigger than a man, it was God. God himself. He didn’t need to introduce himself I just knew, I could feel it in every being of my body. He walked towards me, becoming less and less translucent and more and more real. I could only stare at him, in awe, I was bewitched. He walked towards me, real footsteps, footsteps I could hear stepping on the stone. The tip of his index finger touched my forehead and everything went black. I must have fainted or something. When I came to, I was laying on the alter, stretched out, the shining bright lights were gone. I sat up straight. He worked his sphincter rapidly back and forth over Wally's sensitive glans and that area just below his slit until Wally shoved up into him and groaned as he provided Mat with more of what he so badly wanted. I saw her and her futa-sister having sex in the cafeteria the week before. Friday Morning It happens with people. Dawn looked up at her mistress and cried, "This slave is sorry mistress I didn't know what to do. And why she knew what the leeches do. You've…you've had your asian way with us," Bianca babe sobbed. I cursed and dug it out of my pants to check what had interrupted me, and my heart dropped into my stomach. She had pulled down the straps of her sundress and bra to play with her ripe breasts while she bobbed up and down on his erection. I straddled his hips and knelt over his hard cock, which I held Hairy vertically while facing away from him. I didn’t respond but Silvia gave japanese a quick “yep” and Phil handed me some matches before waving over to the stage where Eddie was standing at the mic. ‘Mmm, yess...I’m not a...I’m not a hot little…’ Isabelle bucked on the table as he probed his finger around her pussy lips. She continues to grind herself on me as we kiss. I gasped, realizing she was cumming from being sodomized. But I do feel sexy in them. So the three of them, Gort, Fingering Kara, and myself headed to a run down tavern near the river that ran through town. She shivered under his gaze. He waited to see if she would use her safe word until she tired and let her feet back down to the mat. I grew up believing it's absolutely, horribly wrong to degrade a woman in any way. “You want Duke to rape me?” A few years ago, Smita's father had to go abroad for a month on a business tour. The best thing I can do going forward is avoid her like the plague. Her pussy clamped down on my dick. “Ever since last August, things have been tough around the house.” he told me. “But Nicole got hit the hardest.