Although she was in a constant ecstatic rush, she felt a calm in her mind making her able to observe and rationalize in a clarity she had never thought possible. Indian Sex She lay still and let it flow through her whole being. This new Rachel was a lot more confident and in peace then the old bourgeois Christian, this new Rachel wasn’t afraid, this new Rachel had a strong connection to something that was hidden deep inside of her. Yes, she wanted to worship, yess, she longed to submit, even be a slave – but only to lust and its instruments – to people she wanted to be a master. She must have hit some kind of secret mechanism that made a little door in the wall open. Rachel instantly liked it while she wandered from room to room. No, that was utter nonsense, wrong and dangerous. She knew now that she was a phallus worshipper – not only for the biker-guy’s cock as nice it undoubtedly was – but rather of the proud firmness, the soft skin, the pulsating lust, the addictive aroma and scent, and above all for its ability to emanate pure lust.
