"We need to talk, and I don't think you need to be worried: you are a delicious sight."He sat down on the edge of the lounger, picking up my glass. He...smiled when he saw the smudge of lipstick on it. "So, how long have you been dressing up?" He asked, taking a sip.I was barely able to speak; too frightened. Who was he? What did he want? Who would he tell? How do I make this nightmare end? Eventually I stammered: "A couple of years." It came out as a pathetic whisper.He grinned. "Getting good at. It was clear that our respective parents were also celebrating our union. Rachael’s father was on his knees in front of my mother who was laid back on a couple of chairs with her left leg d****d over the back of one so that Alan could have unfettered access to her always wet pussy. She, like the rest of the female attendees, had regarded underwear as superfluous for the occasion. Mary, Rachael’s mother had already lost her blouse and her unfettered breasts swayed back and forth as, on her. Sandy walked into the room. "Jessie looks great. She's a knockout in that canary yellow gown. She'll blow Marcus's socks off." I hope he doesn't get pissed." He's fine with everything," Josh said as he walked into the room.He looked me over, and then Sandy. Sandy wore a brilliant salmon chiffon dress with a plunging neckline. She looked delicious. I wanted to fondle her breasts, which sure would be easy to get at. Josh looked handsome in a dark Giliberto suit."You're both gorgeous," Josh said.. I keep my head down.“Shut the fuck up!” he says as he attempts to wrangle her hands together. Henry pops the glove box and grabs the duct tape. We hear Luke grunt in pain followed by him seething, “Fuckin’ bit me!” I hear him slap her in the face and I become conscious of people moving about the parking lot. Henry is able to duct tape her wrists together as she thrashes in the back seat. Luke grabs the roll from him and is able to rip a piece to cover her mouth. He situates himself so he’s.