The other big thing happening this month was my sister’s wedding. Leslie and David were getting married at St Johns in Mona Vale on Saturday, Januar... 23rd. They had asked me to play the organ for their service, and wanted the Roberttones to provide music at the reception. We were more than happy to ‘reform’ for the day, and I spent some time with them to work out what music they wanted at the service. They wanted the traditional ‘processional’ music when the bridal party entered, Wagner’s. My abs needed the most work, but my arms, back and shoulders looked decent enough and my legs and buttocks were starting to tone up nicely. I thought I looked quite dashing with my jet-black hair, warm brown eyes and tanned skin. My mind somehow drifted back to work, not because I loved it, though it paid well and the hours were good, but because I loved the people who worked with me - especially Jenny. She had become one of my best friends, as I thought about her, but sometimes it couldn't be. He touches everything, even my little asshole. I moan aloud. “Oh, Daddy. Yes, please.”His tongue continues to lick me all over. It feels like it’s everywhere at once, and I can’t keepmyself from moaning some more. I lift my hips to open myself and let him have me better.His tongue presses between my lips to tickle my clit, it pushes against my sex and it licks all the way back to the top of my cheeks. I groan.Daddy rolls me over again, and for the first time since I was a very little girl he. I dash around a corner to find 3 guys wrestling a purse from a girl and threatening her in hushed but firm voices. Calmly, confidently, I tell them that I will give them this one opportunity to run, and maybe get away with nothing more than bruised pride. Of course, outnumbering me 3 to one, they refuse. Without saying another word, I make an example of the closest of them: he swings a wide right-hook, I catch it and use the excessive momentum to smash him against the wall, making sure to put.
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