The other women in the room were chatting amongst themselves. There was a palpable energy as everyone present seemed abuzz with anticipation. Sandy lo...ked towards the altar and felt her heart begin to race. The burning in her sex seemed to smolder with the same intensity that kept each of the candles lit, and she knew that her nipples would be on display to any of the guests who chose to gaze upon them.Suddenly, a hush fell over the crowd. Sandy looked towards the stage, and there, at the very. "Lick clean, maid." Mistress commands in a voice that makes disobedienceunthinkable. I press my face closely to the tangle and attempt to obey, mytongue flailing as I try to lick clean every inch of the riding boots andbridal spikes. This difficult task is made worse as Alexia and Toria writheand change positions on the couch. Mistress stands over them, watching themwith a soft, affectionate smile. Occasionally she reaches out to stroke one'shead, carress one's ass, toying with a nipple. Then. Just one more thing she wanted to do to get ready.She began massaging her breasts, rolling her large nipples between thumb and forefinger. Her nipples responded immediately becoming erect as if begging for more as she gradually rolledand pulled them almost savagely as her passion built up. She resisted the temptation to move herhand down to her pussy where the heat was concentrating. She removed her hands from her breasts,satisfied with the effect she was trying to create. Her nipples, very. I liked that about her. Eloise laughed a lot. ‘You’ll just have to come into the kitchen and supervise,’ she said. I thought that my kitchen was small, but Eloise’s galley kitchen made a telephone box look spacious. ‘There’s beer in the fridge,’ she said. ‘And glasses are in the cupboard in the living room, just around the corner. You’re in charge.’ I grabbed a couple of glasses and a couple of bottles of Peter Pickleman light stout from the six-pack in the fridge. ‘I assume that you’d like.