The day slowly passed, until an argument broke out between myself and my mum's stupid boyfriend. He just couldn't deal with my bikini being too reveal...ng. I stormed into my room. Picking up my phone, I looked in the mirror. I was wearing a white drawstring bikini, which didn't hide my figure much at all, but I was wearing a bikini one size to small. I couldn't stop myself from texting Mr Wishart. I sent him something totally silly to gauge his reaction. So I sent, 'What goes in soft and hardens. He would often have me come to his home and suck his off, before I knew it, it was to be our wedding, that day I was very nervous and excited at the same time. Emanuel and my father came to my suite as I was getting ready for the big day to have a little talk with me. My father started with telling me what my wifely duties would be to my new Husband, Emanuel interjected with his ground rules. First of all you may call me Daddy, as I am in charge of you now, Secondly you are to always be. I collapsed on top of her, then rolled off of her. This had me fall onto the floor. I hit my head on the hardwood. Heather laughed at me, as I rubbed my head. After my head stopped hurting, I stood up and moved into my bathroom to take a shower. With the steam rolling in the room as well as the noise of the water against the tile, I didn't notice Heather enter the shower. I was enjoying the water as the the soap rolled off of me. My knees appeared to be a bit scraped, when I noticed a hand. They are lowered, but before I can feel the cool air on the newly exposed parts they are engulfed by the warmest and wettest of mouths.My senses begin to set off, as I slowly buck my hips. Your tongue acts like a magician, having pulled the rabbit out of the hat it was now going through its entire repertoire, pulling trick after trick to the wonderment and enjoyment of every part of me. My hands can’t help but grip onto your hair as your head slides up and down, first slowly and then ever.