There was chatter from the other end. Then Marcie said we could get by without it until the weekend. More chatter. Marcie yielded, saying she would se...d me. ‘I’m sorry, Cotton, you’ll have to go. She doesn’t want us coming tomorrow for some reason. It’s just the display, Walter picked up everything else this afternoon. She wouldn’t let him bring the display because she wanted her kids to see it when they got home from school. Now she wants it out of her house.’ Marcie was holding back but I. You continue 5 on each cheek and the warmth of the sting spreads across my whole ass and pussy. My juices leaking steadily down my thighs.‘Look how wet you are, you loved that didn’t you baby girl; what a mess you are’ running a finger up through the slick juices dripping down the inside of my thigh, my ass swaying in response.‘Yes daddy’ I said.‘Now that’s the noise of a good slut’ you say. ‘Tell me again, what noise do sluts make?’You push your thumb into my mouth. I immediately start to. Frank had been back for a year now. His mistress Gwen Madison did not attend but sent Grace a lovely crystal stemware set that could not be described as anything but elegant and expensive. Almost all wedding gifts to Grace was opulent.Mr. and Mrs. Maloue spent only forty-five minutes at the reception. Just enough time to toast each other, kiss a few times on demand, cut the cake and start the dancing. Dinner would be served after they left. They were going to spend the night at the honeymoon. I was over the moon! If he’d told me that 9 months ago, I’d have agreed to come hell of a lot quicker! They went off and settled in while I explored my own, personal grown up hotel room. I felt like such an adult, standing at the window, looking down at Vegas below and in front of me, all the flashing lights, which somehow looked even better this year. I unpacked and showered, it was early morning and I was tired, I’d only managed a slight nap on the torturous flight but was determined to stay.