She needed a plan. She needed an escape. She needed something. Bethany collapsed in the corner and sat down holding her head in her hands.Though the m...sic had been left it had long since run out. All that there was to hear was a low buzz of white noise and a feminine whisper that she couldn’t quite realize was there. It did not whisper any plan to her. But sometimes a muse need not give a method. Right now, all Bethany needed was a motive.An hour later her thought had been slightly modified:‘We. " Oh, on the contrary my dear. You made her, and all of her friends veryhappy. You are a very special person Andrea. In fact, Mistress Bettyhas planned this day ever since she first started your training. Youwere such a wonderful and caring person, we all thought that you wouldmake a lovely bride someday. We just didn't think it would be so soon."When Mistress Betty finished my makeup, she told me that she would haveto secure me to the ceiling so Mistress Carol could get me dressed. Shefastened. " Oooohhhh." These were the moans of escatsy. They were moans of one body responding to another. Moans of acceptance. " Ohhh. Ohhh. Uuhhh. Uuhhh. Uuhhh. Ohhh." Morgan continued responding to my gentleness. Ohhh. Ohhh. Uuhhh. Uuhhh. Uuhhh. Ooohhhhhhh." Morgan was moving in time with my hips and thrusts, her pace increasing as I did, her ass grinding against me. Morgan feels the stirrings deep inside her. Slowly, she was becoming very aroused. " Ohhh. Ohhh. Uuhhh. Uuhhh. Ohhh! OHHH! UUHHH! UUHHH!. With that I pushed him deeper in to her waiting pussy and she gasped and the length and girth filled her full. "Fuck me Joey, fuck my pussy" she screamed!I fucked her with the dildo and she sucked my cock as Joey rammed her tight pink pussy. All of the sudden she screamed, "Oh my god, I am fucking cumming on your big cock Joey, fuck my pussy with your big cock, fuck me!" I could feel her pussy clench Joey's cock and it became hard to withdraw the dildo as her pussy had him in a death grip..