No . . ." Then what?"She looked at him again, her eyes, almost full of tears, pleading, hoping, hungry. "Me, Milord. I will be your whore."Owen was du...b struck."I will be what you need to sate those cravings, Milord. I have watched and wished, and I have those same hungers . . . Please, Milord, use me . . . let me be your whore."He could not think of what to say. Her plea, her offer, it was much unexpected. It was . . . too perfect. She was so ripe. So ready for the taking. So full of life and. David made the necessary arrangements with his mother's financial organizer and soon the appropriate funds were transferred to the other family and he was informed the young bride would be meeting him under the canopy the following month. He had mixed feelings about that development because he felt somewhat constrained into the formality of union and a bit overwhelmed at the need to accept responsibility for his own household a lot sooner than he would have wished having a desire to see more of. During this time she came heavenly. I was also very hard by then and my dick was pressing against her pussy. Then I picked her up and put her on the bed. Took off my jeans and undoes. She was shocked to see my dick hard and was worried how it would go inside her small hole. I took off her skirt and panties. She had some pubic hair but looking at a pussy for the first time I got even hornier.I couldn’t wait and started to lick her pussy. On my touch she shook like a current passed through her. ”“Sure, you're right,” he replied. After a short pause to let Andrea calm down, he resumed, “But my favorite piece tonight was the encore. However short it may be, Kachaturian's Sabre Dance is a stroke of genius. Just incredible. I've heard so many interpretations, but that one tonight was undoubtedly the best.”They kept the conversation going on the one-hour ride home, sharing their best moments of the night. By the time they arrived, it was close to midnight and a night just as beautiful as.