Sweat soaked, glowing in the candle light, she looked like a sexual idol. Something to be worshipped. He could feel everything inside him boiling and ...eething. He wanted…no he needed release. He felt like his cock might explode if he was forced to watch, feel, or hear any more of Sam’s self-induced pleasure. But all of that didn’t change the fact that he shouldn’t be here. Three days earlier. Ryan didn’t like dance clubs. They were loud, hot, smelled of stale alcohol and, perhaps worst of all,. Jenny prepped me on information about my wedding dress and otherdetails of our wedding. I needed to know this information in case theattendants asked any questions. After all, a bride knows everythingabout her wedding and doesn't forget a detail. I was a bundle of nervesas I listened to Jenny and tried to remember as much as I could. Imanaged to get a lot of the details, although I'm not sure I understoodwhat a lot of the terms meant. I was very nervous at having to be themain point of contact. He would be her master and she would be his slut and thethought excited her.Robert brought her back from her thoughts by grabbingher by the hair again and moving her face around in thewet grass. She was suddenly content. She just wanted toplease this man and by doing so, she was also pleasing herhusband John and living her fantasy.Next Robert ordered her to get up on her feet and so shestood. He told her to stand feet apart, hands behind her head and she obeyed.Then Robert left her standing. .. You all would have thought so. Especially Violet, though. Very much your type. She was a lot shorter than me, and when I looked at her face, I was also more or less looking down her shirt. I don't know that would have been true if she hadn't been standing so close to me, though. I was pretty hard, even when I got home. It wouldn't go away until I jerked off. I read some stories and thought about all of us being together again, but she popped into my mind quite a few times. More than.