“Are you willing to become Satan’s harlot?” she was asked. Indian hot sex She’d listened to everything that had been said and had grown more and more lustful and excited. David, in order to try my wife out to see if she indeed would consider going further, spoke directly to her, and told her to go shopping and to purchase the most beautiful underwear available – stockings, suspender belt, panties, camisole, quarter-cup bra, as well as the most elegant shoes with extreme high heels that she could find. “The fucking whore is really fucked isn’t she,”
After some ten minutes of subjection to this treatment, David finally threw the switch. He informed me that to date the cult had only had girls who had been heavily drugged, and the possibility of having Margie submitting of her own free will was something that made him lust even more for my wife. “Don’t worry,” David told her with a smile, “Satan and his Devils are with you.”
I felt a cold shiver run through my spine, but Margie, on the contrary, seemed to take heart at this statement, and to grow less nervous.
