It’s based on professional respect. It’s just one note in the symphony of sensation I’m playing across her body. Milf sex I walk to the outskirts of the camp where my maenads reside. I throw the glass hard on the ground and the girl squeaks with alarm as it smashes. He’s me of course. But I’m getting ahead of myself. She knows she’s the perfect victim and she likes it. My Godhood is a many-facetted thing. Everything’s going well here. That suits me. Everything’s going well here. They’re spit-roasting meat on campfires and nymphs on their forever-hard cocks. A nymph hands me a glass of retsina: a crisp white wine flavoured with pine. It’s a good job she likes it so much, because it’s exactly what she deserves. I walk to the outskirts of the camp where my maenads reside. The wine is excellent, of course, rich and red.
