”“Why are you still dressed?” I demanded. Wendy is normally a well-ordered and self-disciplined person. I’ve never seen an article of her clot...ing on the floor until that moment. Her T-shirt, bra, jeans, panties, and socks flew and hadn’t settled before she was kneeling before me looking straight ahead. “Kneel on the bed,” I ordered.“But, master, you are still dressed. Don’t you want me to... ?”“Is this your idea of obedience?” In an instant, Wendy was kneeling at the edge of the bed, her butt. "Good luck with that asshole, I am going to fuck her all fucking night," he yelled. I just wanted to sleep. I hadn't slept well for two days now. I was already in a foul mood, and I hadn't talked to my wife since the video chat she must be worried sick about me."Just for a few hours please!" I yelled."You can't make us stop!" she shouted."If I could I would," I yelled back."Not going to happen!" he yelled.The headboard repeatedly banged for a few more moments then it stopped."Thank you," I. My little sister was going to make a lot of men happy. I wondered how long it would be before she was fucking. As that thought crossed my mind I knew that I wanted to fuck her. I wondered what it would be like to bust her cherry and show her how much fun fucking was.“Nicole, I want to fuck you!” I shouted with pleasure“Good! I want to fuck right now!” she moaned and lay back opening her legs“I better put on a rubber first!” I said and reached in my pants for oneNicole watched as I put it on and. Our marriage night ended at, perhaps, one of the morning. To claps and kisses I was led by Maria from the Ballroom and followed her, now happily just the two of us, up the master staircase and, once more and to my astonishment, to the private apartments of our Mistress. Maria explained that the Mistress had a guest suite for those of the most elevated of society and she had graciously offered it as the ‘happy couple’s’ honeymoon suite. A fire roared in the hearth, candles shaded with paper cast.