" It is nearly perfect. My daughter wore it for her wedding and decided to sell it rather than having it heirloomed. Are you going to surprise your fi...nc??" No, it's for me. What size is it?" For you? Well, that's certainly unusual," she said, a little flustered. "It's a size 16." Do you think it would fit me?" I asked."I don't know. You're a man. Can I ask why you might want to buy a wedding dress?" I just like to feel pretty, that's all. I have a collection of wedding gowns." Er, well, I. My throat now was opening for him. Daddypushed in and I swallowed again, taking him in with a single long hardgag, until i felt the belt across my ass once very hard. Somehow, thepain was almost sweet..it didn't hurt exactly, just seemed to turn onall my neurons and remind me to breathe through my nose, relax my throatand let Daddy take what is his: my fuckhole mouth. All I thoughtsafter the sting of his belt were that: "please take my fuckhole mouthDaddy, I accept, I accept...please take it. Darbe stepped through the door and walked a few steps before realizing Diego hadn’t followed him. He turned slowly and looked at the small screen next to the doorway that displayed the hall just outside. Diego was standing still as a statue and studying the door carefully. Suddenly he leaped to the side of the hall and plastered himself to the wall, inching slowly forward. The door hummed, ready to open and announce someone… but there was no one there. The door frowned–as much as a door can. ”I saw her shoulders slump in defeat. She was looking at Mike, Iris, Ray and Stan, nervously, but, hopefully. Mike cut in, “I’d like to go back...”Stan stopped him, and Mike looked upset. “Mike, before you say something you might regret, let me remind you, we ALSO have an UNWRITTEN rule, that no crew member can be in a committed relationship with another crew member! I KNOW there are relationships among several other members of the crew. I overlook that, as long as their relationship doesn’t.