‘Do it,’ she moaned softly. ‘Gwen, this isn’t the place.’ She realized that what she was asking risked blowing their secret, but she was t...o turned on to care. Besides, it was dark in the room and anything the cameras caught would be almost impossible to see. ‘We can be discreet. We have the covers,’ she begged as her hand rubbed his hardening shaft outside of his gym shorts. ‘Really? This isn’t some test?’ Gwen shook her head as her hands pushed his gym shorts down, releasing his. When I used the name of Uncle Bert to register at the domination castle, I got the head lady herself and not an assistant. I wondered how much time Uncle Bert had spent there to receive such first class treatment. Then, I wondered, since he was really my father, if the love of B&D was genetic or environmental.Mistress Diana, as she called herself, was a British woman with a beautiful accent. She was a giant, standing about six three, not including the six inch heels she always wore, which made. " With my peripheral vision I could see she was unbuttoning her Levi 501's...one button at a time. "Tell me," I said as adjusted my growing erection that clearly showed through the thin material covering it. "I realized that the whole time I've known you I thought your best feature was your nice looking ass, but I was wrong," she continued. Just then she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her jeans and bending forward, started to wiggle her hips from side to side...slowly as her magnificent. As we stood in the gardens of the church while the pictures were being taking, Merilee was holding my arm, leaning on me. I looked at her a couple of times, and I could see she was dreaming about something. I could guess what it was. It was then that I knew it was time.I went to the same jewelers where Pop bought Marla's ring and took a picture of Merilee with me. The manager looked at the photo and complimented me on my choice of a future bride. He mentioned that she had slim, elegant hands,.