“How about doing something tomorrow night? I know a place up in the hills, good steak, though the house band is all country.” Mel let the words fa...e, waiting for Tracy to pick them up, and to his surprise she did. Tracy smiled, rolled the invitation around in her mind for a second, looked at him sideways and said “Mel, you’re so straight it’s adorable. And I’d love to. Be nice to just enjoy the simple things in life, right?” And that put him back on top of the world. A date, a beautiful date,. Somewhere above (it’s difficult to tell exactly where, the way the sound bounces off the walls) there seems to be a man holding conversations with himself. At least that what it sounds like, as I only hear the one voice. Well…that’s not strictly true. I can hear a few voices but they are mere murmurs really. As loud as he is, I haven’t a clue what he talks about because his accent is so strong. Clearly Scottish, but more specific I cannot be. I do recognise one word in particular though, which. Finally she stepped out of her slip. Kyle saw her silhouette in the back light."My God, you are beautiful, even like that." Thank you." She reached behind her, unclasped her bra and allowed it to fall from her arms. Stephanie's breasts were perfectly shaped, fit nicely into a "b" cup, and because of her youth, still pointed skyward. Her nipples were hard already, just the width of a pencil eraser, and they were highlighted by light pink areolas almost two inches in diameter. Stephanie stood,. Mistress turned and tugged on the leash. "Come slave" is what She ordered before leading slave, who was crawling on all fours behind Her past the assembled guests, family, and friends. slave was still wearing it's white lingerie, along with the red collar and pink leash. Mistress looked elegant in Her black latex catsuit, thigh high leather boots, and leather gloves as She led Her property away. Everyone knew who was in charge and who was the "slave bride". For some in slave's family, it seemed.