I reckon I want the same thing, Miranda. I just don’t know how to say the words you want to hear.”“Eli, look at me and tell me you want me to be...your woman.”“Miranda, I want you to be my wife, not just my woman, can we do that? Can you love me, with a houseful of young’uns already, and more women back home?”“Eli, did you just ask me to marry you? Please ask me again, and say it so I’ll know.”“Miranda, will you marry me and be my wife and love my young’uns and love my women too?”“OH GOD YES I’LL. The delicious agony of waiting was over and I finally had him inside me. As he fucked me, he kissed my face and neck making me shiver all the more. Reaching down with his mouth, he took the chain between his teeth, and as he raised his head up to my face, the chain pulled on my clamped nipples making me groan with pleasure.It was quite an exquisite combination of mild pain and sexual excitement each time he raised his head to pull on the chain. He kissed me again, transferring the chain to my. There's a name for that, showing the torture victim the tools of their torment, to freak them out. Kennedy's sadism was showing itself. She said, "I'm going to use that on you again." I really was in two minds about that, the pain was really bad, but Kennedy doing it to me was really good. She reached under the counter and grabbed my dick, saying, "You like that, don't you?”"No." Really?" Yes." He doesn't seem so sure." She stepped up to my head again, "I know I'm sure." She lifted her skirt. She announced that she was cumming, albeit a lot quieter than Vicky. She moaned and moaned and then pulled Vicky up for a kiss. They kissed for awhile, then Vicky looked over at me, and by now, I had taken out my cock and was sitting there stroking it. How I had not cum already, I do not know.Vicky ushered me over to the bed, and urged me to join them. I stripped off all my clothes, as did the girls. The three of us now on the bed, me in the middle, the girls on both sides of me. I started.