She pulled those off, shaking her hips side to side as she worked the tight panties of her hips. Her cunt was waxed bare, her labia protruding thickly...out of her slit. Moisture beaded on her lips and her vulva was swollen with desire."You are fucking hot," I told her, my cock hard with my lust.She blushed. "Thank you." You're going to be my sex slave," I ordered her. "And my fiancee, Mary's slave. You will do whatever filthy, depraved things we tell you to."She nodded."You'll have a very. Might just earn a couple of bob,(pre-decimal slang for shillings for those who don’t know)!Off we went to his shed and he said,’You’d better take your t-shirt off boy,it’s really dusty in here and you don’t want your mum to bawl at you’So,there I was in just my white nylon footy shorts,shifting boxes and soon the sweat was rolling off me like a pig,while Mr A was offering encouragement from the packing chest he was sat on!Lazy sod,thought I,I’m doing all the graft and he’s just sitting there. Suddenly, the one growling prodded my thigh with his cold nose, sniffing. I shivered. His long raspy tongue snaked out and across my cotton panties. I could feel his tongue probing my vagina. I tried to close my legs, but a quick nip and I knew not to mess with him. I began to cry. Another nip and his teeth caught in the fabric.He was getting aggravated, and foolishly, I thought perhaps if I tossed them aside, they would be more interested in them. I rolled them cautiously down my thighs and. ..”“That would be fine,” replied James.In short order I found myself being sized for rings, both engagement and wedding, in gold, though the wedding would take place the following summer. James had wanted an immediate ceremony, but I had insisted that we wait; I had also informed him that the joys of the wedding bed need not be delayed until the wedding, so he had happily acquiesced. As we prepared to leave, James scooped up the loose jewels and began placing them back in the velvet sack.The.