“How was that, baby girl?” she asked. “Awesome,” was the only word I could think of that would even come close to describing the intensity of ...y orgasm. “I thought you might like it,” was her reply.At that, she lay down alongside me on the bed, putting her arm underneath my neck. I half rolled over and snuggled up to her, my head in the crook of her neck, my arm across her breasts, my leg across hers, my pussy pressed into her hip. She turned her head so that her lips found mine and we kissed,. All of the guests turned to look toward the back when the opening chords of "Here comes the bride" rang out. They were surprised and confused by what they saw. Mistress was not the bride. slave was. This would not be a "normal" wedding by any stretch of the imagination.Mistress looked beautiful with Her hair and makeup done to perfection like always. She was wearing a black latex catsuit which clung to every amazing curve of Her glorious body. Her thigh high black leather boots and leather. Ma beriye ese amak suye thakte dekhe thomke daralo. Ondokharer jonno maer mukhta dekhte parlam na. ma r baire na ese abar ghore dhuke porlo. Chapa kannar sobdo sunte pelam. Tar sathe kakar gola. Kaka ma k bujhanor chesta korche. 1tu por sultan kaka beriye elo. Amar samne ese amar nam dhore dak dilo. Amio sara dilam. Sultan kaka amake bujhate suru korlo 30 minutes por ami amar maer samne bose. Ondhokare maer mukh dekhte pacchi na amar vison kanna pacche. Amar icche korche samner mohilatir pa. Then she moaned in orgasm as I groaned with mine. We lay together panting and silent. When my dick softened enough, I pulled out and pissed all over her crotch. She squealed again and then started laughing like crazy, thrilled that her teasing had paid off like she wanted it to. I knew this was going to be a great month!It sure was. Even though she had a boyfriend that she went out with on weekends, we fucked every day at least once. When either one of us instigated a coupling, we’d refer to.