broke inside her, flushing her own hot juices into the roaring tunnel.
'Oooohhh, Tom, I don't ever want to let it go.'
'Mmmmm,' he mumbled, at the same time thinking to himself: I could turn a whole house into something to make even Satan jealous…
Of course, Tom… or any of the other original members… couldn't know that night that their wildest dreams were to come true in the next few years. The club moved to larger quarters after only eight months in the 'house around the corner'. New members from high society flocked to the 'inspiring' meetings.
And so, if you're ever in Great Neck, Long Island, some Saturday night, you might want to visit their three- story 'temple'. There, you will see Tom open the meeting with somewhat more sophisticated words than those he had chosen for his first meeting. You will become aware of an exotic scent of incense burning atop glowing coals in the large, ornate braziers, one placed on each side of a huge dais. And the muted, discordant sounds of a sitar throbbing, you will hear that too. And you will also hear Tom's voice, coming from somewhere in the darkness behind: 'Come ye forth, then, handmaidens of Satan. Come ye forth and anoint the aspirant. Prepare her for the rites of initiation. Make her ready to cross the threshold into the higher realm of total experience. Make her ready for the full liberation of her inner self and spirit!'
