In fact, she seemed to want to encourage me if her lifting up her legs and making the biggest "V" she was capable of could fairly be called encouragem...nt. Her groans and sighs I took as encouragement for my lingual efforts also. I found her thick pubic hair to be no major impediment to my eating her tight little peach. My tongue moved everything out of its path as it traversed from pucker to clit, occasionally stretching itself as much as I could manage to dip deeply into her narrow opening.. It would be a slave completely submitting to his superior and Mistress accepting ownership of Her property.All of the guests turned to look toward the back when the opening chords of "Here comes the bride" rang out. They were surprised and confused by what they saw. Mistress was not the bride. slave was. This would not be a "normal" wedding by any stretch of the imagination.Mistress looked beautiful with Her hair and makeup done to perfection like always. She was wearing a black latex catsuit. I lost all track of time but the next thing I knew Norman was holding me by the head and twisting into a sitting position.I tried to pull back but Norman held my head on his cock as he started to move his hips to and fro driving his cock into my mouth. I gave up trying to jerk my head away. I had started this and Norman was going to finish in my mouth."Come on Mamma, I'm Cumming. Suck my fucking cock you old bitch. Suck it, I going to fuck your brains out."I did not what to pull away. I wanted. What? You're actually going to sit down and eat with her? Fool, get the hell out. Get away from her."Maybe I was a fool, but I didn't get out. I looked at the spread on the table - tuna salad, egg salad, fresh tomatoes, onions, etc. Croissants, they looked fresh. All of a sudden I felt ravenous, like I hadn't eaten in days. We sat down, Jackie poured coffee and we ate. Did we chat? I swear I don't know, all I remember was stuffing my face. I did notice Jackie smiling at me occasionally. It.