Look at you.”“I can make it.”“No, listen to that chilly wind. You can hear the brr.”“That’s not you huffing and puffing like a hungry wo...f?”He growled playfully, but his hands were back on my breasts, his lips back on mine.“Delicious lips,” he said before attacking them again.There. His hands. On my lap again. Under the dress. Under the slip.“Oy,” I groaned.My breathing got louder. I was the one huffing and puffing now. I tried to get up but not very hard. He pressed his hand between my legs,. "That was my plan. Why?" I was unsure how to play this. She'd invoked 'sir' but I really didn't want to 'force' her to stay if she needed some time alone. Balancing my dom act with my long practiced doormat persona was going to be a challenge."Um ... this slave would humbly ask if you could spend the rest of the weekend as Sir..." She faded out, not meeting my eye."Ann. Look at me." I said firmly. Her head shot up. "What did I say last night about simpering acolytes?" Her eyes widened a. "I'm so hot I could burn." But... aren't you supposed to wear something?" I had heard about rubbers. You may not be aware that the pill was yet a long time off."Nah," he said, "we don't do that here."As I've heard Jane say so many times, what did I know?So I bravely began forcing his weapon into my vagina. It didn't go easily. The lubrication had stopped. And I was still shaking.He began pumping furiously. I just lay there, wondering what on earth I had got myself into. I didn't have long to. “Thank you,” Stephanie replied. She didn’t actually say the words, more a throaty gluck, but Steven and Daniel had learned to understand her gags like the parents of a child using made-up words. They often had to translate for Stephanie’s fiancé since he didn’t spend nearly as much time with her as they did.“Are you nervous?”Before Stephanie had a chance to gag a response, the opening notes of Here Comes The Bride told the human pig-roast that it was time to shuffle awkwardly down the aisle..