When I married Edward, I was incredibly nervous, afraid of anything might hinder our wedding. And in my head, the anxiety just piled up minute after m...nute.“Sue, please, calm down! It’s your special day! You can’t be such nervous like you are”Those words came from my best friend and bridesmaid Sandra. Sandra knew me since I was young and helped me in many situations through life. She was the one that introduced Edward to me and it was the one who was the most radiant when I told her I was going. We weren’t married but living together for six months after her divorce in which she was married for six years. She had a fling with a guy who knew her husband. She sucked his cock but he didn’t fuck her. He saw her completely nude and either didn’t like her full bush or her stretchmarks. He did cum on her tits but she felt a bit unsexy due to not getting fucked. I found her quite sexy and loved to pound her pussy as hard and as fast as I could. She had told me she had only been fucked by her. I re-chain your ankles again spread wide becauseI believe my whore slave should always be available to me. Your handsare placed together in front of you and I bound them with white rope.Now I stroke my cock looking at your beautiful body, extremely aroused by the looks of your stiff nipples. You are my whore?“Yes Master I am your whore.” The most vulnerable positionis kneeling in front of your Master. Now don’t forget all during thistime the 9 inch cock is still deep inside your fuck hole.. She had to go home and think. She stood up uncertainly. She said, “Ijaz bhaiya, thanks for your help. I must leave now.” Ijaz knew that this was just the beginning and haste makes waste. He knew that Mumtaz was in his grip and would be his one day. It is better late than never. Sitting on my bed, I just felt so let down. I wanted my brother to seduce Mumtaz. I felt like having glass of water snatched away from my thirsty lips. However, I really appreciated the sophisticated and professional.