She relaxed a bit, and thought he was wanting her to cum. She had to say, she was close. He parted her pussy lips and traced his fingers around the wr...nch. Finally he separated the flaps with two fingers and rubbed her clitoris with the middle one. Her clit was very sensitive, and his rough fingers felt like sand paper. It was an intense mixture of extreme pleasure and pain.She was so concentrated on the feeling, that she didn't notice his other hand approaching, and before it was too late, she. Waiters attended to serving the guests, as well as the bridal party per se. The guests, I was certain, were all big wigs in business or politicians or other “fancy-dancys” seated at well-appointed tables around the largish dining hall.I had occasion to talk to nobody apart from the other groomsmen before the wedding. I was, as it turned out, indeed pressed into usher service even though I had not been part of the rehearsal the Thursday before the big event.The dancing music began to play after. I’m going to hang you,? She said matter-of-factly, releasing Her hold on my sex and leaning back in her chair. Her words hit me like a brick. i was speechless. Not that i was surprised, mind you; sluts that failed to perform sexually were nearly always hung. It’s just that the gravity of my situation came at me all at once. To ?hang? meant to be strung up by the cock and balls—until they turned purple, then blue and then finally black. In the end they had to be surgically removed to save. Uncle Ernie – my father's brother – and aunt Gertrude his matriarchal wife - and latterly my surrogate mother - at their rather grand hotel on the south coast.To say my Uncle and Aunt were old fogies would be putting it mildly, but they had always been very good to me. Their hotel, set high on the cliffs overlooking a beautiful bay and its beaches, had been built back in Victorian times and nowt much had been changed since. That is if you disregard installing electricity and the indoor pool.