I slipped my hands under her white cotten panties and pulled them down. Now nothing separated me from heaven.Her pussy was covered with a thick patch ...f culry black hairs. It was already glistening wet. Amy lifted one leg and draped it over my shoulder. I could smell the intoxicating must of her pussy. I grabbed her ass with both hands and pulled her to me. When my tongue touched her clit for the first time, she threw back her head and let out a loud moan. I teased her with my tongue. I stroked. She had been trained from birth for this moment.The final act of this age-old ritual was when Anne's father passed me a jewelled symbolic leash and a silk scarf. The ceremony was complete - I had my second slave, my first wife.All those attending started to clap, a couple of Anne's brothers hooting playfully. Anne blushed and looked at me shyly beneath her long dark eyelashes - she was lovely in a youthful innocent sort of way.Anne stood before me after her father and the priest started to walk. I really wanted John to be here right now. I waited until the last song had faded from my senses and made my way to the door. I stumbled while walking down the stairs and started to think that perhaps I shouldn’t have had those last few gins. Outside, the cold hit me. I pulled my coat around me and started to look around. There was no sign of John. I walked through the streets and made my way to the bus stop. It was twelve fifteen in the early hours of the morning and I had to catch the last. In the night I heard some strange sounds from her room, I went there and saw my anni screaming holding her breasts and was suffering from pain. I could see her shouting and crying holding the pillows. I went near her and held her hands asked enna achu anni. She was again shouting, I don’t know what to do, as it was 2 am in the morning no one was picking y call as well. I lifted her up and gave her some water she split that on my face, she was still holding her breasts and shouting. She was.