" Moaning again, this time with pure frustration, I could barely make out the word "please". He chuckled, and slid his finger deep inside me now, thru...ting it in and out. "Please what?" "Please fuck me!", I pleaded. "Good girl. All you had to do was ask." he replied. I felt his finger leave my pussy and in a moment, the head of his cock was rubbing against my clit. I trembled with excitement as he moved it back and forth, wanting him to push it deep inside of me but also afraid to lose the. She dances up a thirst and comes back to the table and gulps down her drink and then its back to the dance floor. I tend to water down her drinks to keep her from getting pissy-eyed drunk. If she reaches that stage she ends up doing all kinds of stupid stuff and then she spends the next month apologizing to everyone she thinks she might have upset or offended.While Alice was on the dance floor I circulated among the guests, talking to old friends and relatives and catching up on all the rumors. " Well, not exactly sell it to the highest bidder, but I thought I could let the most suitable man do it."Charlotte was intrigued by the idea and saw a possibility for an experiment in human behaviour. "Define suitable," she said."It would have to be someone who can do the job well, you know, be gentle and give me some pleasure in the process." Hmm, that's an interesting idea, but you can't ask for references, like the names of other satisfied girls they have already deflowered. And you can't. I’d extended the invitation to my mom as well, but she chose not to come, which didn’t surprise me. We sat down to dinner a few minutes after we arrived, and started talking while we were eating.“Dad, Nancy, this is Jessica Wilton,” I said. “Jessica, Kara and I are getting married in Chicago on Sunday, December 15th. Jessica and I will have a quick civil wedding on Monday morning.”“You’re really going through with it?” my dad asked.“We are,” I said.“I hope you’ll forgive me for asking,” Nancy.