‘I see your point.’ The wedding day arrived and the girls had laid out his white tux. They were nowhere to be seen but they had left him a note w...th instructions. The ceremony was to start a noon and since he was kept out of sight, he didn’t know what was going on outside and he was tempted to take a peek at the back yard. Finally the clock chimed at noon and Jackie opened the den door, she wore a black leather mini skirt with a matching top, black spike heeled shoes and to top it off a. He wanted me to paint the cover for his latest book. James Joyce Callen was the hottest romance writers of the decade, unusual because he was a man, and because he dressed like a lumberjack and acted like the simple, uncomplicated man he was before he became a writer. He still lived in a modest farmhouse, even though he was worth more millions than most would ever see in a hundred lifetimes.I had seen him on a news show, once, a pretty lengthy interview by the soundbite standard that ruled. " well ant you going make sure I keep my word"pulling up her skirt she exposed her black French knickers. Looking back at me shaking her rear end. I grabbed the back of her pony tail. Pulling slightly but making sure she could see me out of the corner of her eye. Raising my right hand skyward I connected with a loud quick smack. Leaving a visible hand print. She moaned as I continued a quick succession of equally loud smacks. After about 2 minutes her bottom was visibly pink. Ripping her. I began to suck on her bottom lip, and worked my self around her neck and started to nipple and lick her ear. I couldn't wait to see her nipples outside her short so I quickly lifted that tiny white shirt over her head. They were gorgeous. I played with them for a few minutes before I leaned down and took one of them into my mouth. \At this point she unbuttoned my shorts and let them slide down to the floor. "I'm going to give you the blow job of your life" she assured me as she dropped down to.