Oh, apolitical marriage. Sorry about that, but still, you'll be marrying arich and powerful man. That's not a bad way to spend your life." Are you mad...! I am a man!" Jasmina choked back a sob before continuing."Yet tonight I am to wear this very dress in front of all the invitedguests at the wedding feast and dance enticingly for my future husband sothat he may take me tomorrow for his bride! Take me! To bed! Youunderstand this?"The little man scratched his chin and considered his words. “What about this?” I said placing a printed out copy of his profile from “GTbiz12?” I slide Exhibit B on to the table next to Exhibit A: The Panties. I was going to break him like Johnny Cochran. “Oh my god,” he said barely loud enough for me to hear. The door to the kitchen banged against the bar top and Grant scrambled for the evidence of his perversions, hiding them quickly on his lap under the table. I chuckled as he banged his hand onto the table and he winced in pain. “Here you go guys,. She understood."Come on," she said.He stood up after her. "What?" Come on," she said again. "We're going to leave. You're going to take me somewhere. And then... We're going to do it. For real this time." What?" he said, totally confused."Russell didn't count," she said, "it was a mess, it shouldn't be my first time. So now you're going to do it. A better job, this time. A real first time." I..." he said. "I am." A statement, but a dubious one, the questions clear in her eyes."Yes," she said,. Alongside a shiny new vibrating butt plug. I told him I was confused and didn’t know what it meant. He smiled and reminded me of a time where I admitted that almost every time I shaved my pussy I got very turned on and normally masturbated to climax with the shower head water jets on my clit and a finger or two in my pussy.He leads me to the bathroom, kissing my neck and telling me he knew I had a long and hard week. That I was just to lie back and enjoy as he shaved my sweet little pussy. .