We settled into jobs — I was an accountant, working toward a CPA, she had earned a BSN (Nursing) — and began planning the wedding. Fast forward to...the next May. We married in a church service, a neutral setting with both our pastors officiating, families beaming, a lifetime of joy stretching before us. We absconded to our waiting B&B for the wedding night, and that’s when it all turned to shit. We kissed passionately, undressed one another, touching and licking and generally adoring one. I began to feel like I was floating away after a while. There was no longer a bed, no longer blankets, no longer a house. There was only Charlotte's kiss. Her soft sweet mouth covered my lips. Her tongue slid across mine, slowly circling, massaging my tongue in slow, exploring circles. I could taste her sweet breath and feel every motion. Her lips were relaxed. Her tongue was lazily swirling around mine. Everything was soft and sweet. My hand at the back of her neck was warmed by the blanket of. “That’s good advice,” I told her.“But you’re not going to take it,” she finished.“On the contrary,” I laughed. “I intend to enjoy every minute of my time with Lori. My back-up plan for when she leaves is to lean on our kids and grandkids until it’s time for me to go to her.”“Oh, God, you’re hopeless,” she groaned, but she laughed a little too.“I get what you’re saying,” I told her. “There’s something else that happened that tells me that she’s not gonna go down that spiral.”“Oh?” she asked.. .." What they were doing to you?" Yeah, what they were doing," I agreed. "It hurt a lot he was, Mr. Preston, he was bigger and doing it hard and it hurt." Did he use a condom, Dani?" Mr. Reiser asked."Yeah ... Yes sir," I replied. "He told me he didn't, um, he didn't want his cock to smell like a nigger or anything." I see." My Master moved his hand over my waist and to my tummy, slipping between my body and my thighs, forcing me to let myself go."He fucked me for awhile and um, then he took.