We walked until it started to flicker at the same intensity it had at first. By late afternoon we stopped and set up camp for the night. I was disappo...nted because the strongest point had to be half way to the middle of a tiny lake.Through all this Christiane had not asked us what we were doing. Part of it was her slave conditioning but there had to be more.I had purchased a free-standing eight man tent. I owned many of these but they were currently at the school. I stripped off my clothes and. The money that we got from the sale of our old home was enough to pay for our own Little Green Acres, we even had a good chunk left over but that and Charisse’s savings wouldn’t last long, so she went back to work teaching ballroom dancing in the city, putting one hundred twenty miles a day on her beautiful vintage Corvette, it was a ’59 Corvette and it looked just like the one Todd and Buzz drove in that old TV series “Route 66.” Actually we were a three car family, besides the ‘Vette, there. " Gwydion’s attempt at the demonic pronunciation fell flat. "I will now read your vows: Do you swear to never give your bride a moment’s rest? To keep your piping hot cum constantly erupting from her mouth like an active volcano? To fill her womb to the brink of rupture? To reshape her body and her mind in your cocks image?”Aranel rolled her eyes and gave her mom in the front row an I-told-you-so look from the altar. Rimmon snorted his "I do."“And do you, Aranel of the Willowtree, swear to. But I know I’m going to go to bed a lot of nights thinking pretty nasty thoughts about you.’ With that, she kissed Sam deeply, shoving her tongue into his mouth and grinding her hips against his still-hard erection. The flashes of lightning that passed from his cock to her throbbing pussy almost made her renege on her vow. She pressed deeply against Sam, writhing in passion as her boyfriend began shaking with his own release, shooting jets of cum into his shorts as he pressed against her. His.