He moved to penetrate my pussy once again. As it slid inside, I clamped down involuntarily, but the dildo was solid, hard and he pushed past into my ...ight snatch. He started pumping the hard dildo in and out, breaking and entering me as I violently shuddered with every stroke. The dildo infiltrated me deeper and deeper and with every stab, he pounded against my already sore cervix. I started building towards a massive climax as he plunged it in my so deep, then held it. He closed my fat. Then he led us into the garden. We walked the short grass path that runs between the rose garden and the wildflowers. As we got close, I felt my heart begin to pound, and we stopped a few steps in front of them.They’re now looking slightly upward at us, and waiting for instructions. Their programming was very specific, and they’ve accepted it perfectly. My husband stood on my left, in front of the bride, and the groom in front of me. Four hours ago we watched them take their wedding vows,. Lisa suddenly looked very scared, but same just smiled at her and left her to get dressed while he answered the door.It took about a half an hour before everyone arrived. There were about fifteen guests all in all. They were a mixed group. Five couples, Marie a single girl, Mark and Robert were both single guys, and Anthony who was single but also gay. They sat around drinking and chatting. Most of the men were drinking beer or sipping whisky, Lisa was on her second glass of wine.After the. Using my booted foot I nudged his closed legs wide, he tried to hide by pushing his kilt down between his legs, his face turning red. "Bill", that single word caused his hands to snap away from my persistent foot. Sipping my champagne I lifted his kilt seeing that he was not wearing any under shorts, as tradition would have it. In their place he had a cock cage."I ordered it from Europe, it's called the CB2000." Lifting his kilt out of the way and pushing his thighs farther apart, Barb showed.