He knew where the hotel was and the best way to get there. We hadn’t been on the road long when he reached over and put his hand between my legs. ... arched to it instinctively; my arousal took most decisions away from the more logical portion of my brain. He reached up and unbuttoned my jeans and then reached for the zipper. I put my hand on his for a moment and he looked at me and whispered “are you ok?” I nodded and slid my hand under the opening and then blushing said “I just don’t want. “I like it, so why shouldn’t I drink it.” “You’re becoming very adventurous.” “Yeah, something has clicked. I think it was the rhinestone collar. It was being forced to wear it in front of someone else and that stopped it being a game; it made it real. Wearing the cage under clothes was our secret; I could work with that and no one would know. It reminded me of you. I couldn’t work and wear that collar; and the way you were behaving it was as if you had no idea what that meant.” He glanced at. It was all involuntarily. Donna had no conscious thought of what her cunt was doing. Mike's hands clung to her dancing ass tightly, his fingers squeezing at her firm ass-cheeks."Ohhhh, this is wonderful!" Donna hissed. "Oh, Mike, you're so hard and I'm so wet! Ohhhh, your cock is perfect for my cunt! I can feel your cock stretch my cunt open... fucking it! Listen to that wet sound, baby! Hear Mother's wet cunt fucking your cock!"Mike didn't say anything. He was almost dazed with pleasure. His. I wasn't familiar with the concept of a "confidential" license, but Aimee told me that William Voder said that such licenses limit their distribution by the county clerk to the actual parties to the marriage. Nobody else can get the details of the information on the marriage certificate, except to ask the county clerk to verify that we were married, if specifically asked. In other words, information like the date of the marriage or the names of the witnesses would not be divulged. Aimee figured.