It had all been such a solemn and serious occasion. Afterwards though, there had been a celebration that had lasted well into the night.Roland had bee... worried that he would be challenged during one part of the ceremony, but that challenge had never materialized. He had breathed a silent sigh of relief when the time for a challenge had been called and no one had stepped forward with one.Roland had invited his friends Cally, Luka, and Tam, particularly Tam to the ceremony. He had been pleased. Coach H lead me to another bedroom. In the center was the bed with several video cameras on tripods pointed at the center of the bed. There was a camera at the left head corner, a camera at the left foot corner, a camera in the center of the left side, and a camera pointed up at the ceiling which was mirrored. On the night stand was a hand held video camera. On a desk were 4 monitors showing what each video camera was seeing. I was a bit surprised. "Come on get undressed. Don't be camera. The other hand she moved down to her crotch, using it to grip fiercely an imaginary cock. Licking her lips, she made her fist go up and down in a pretty good imitation of a masturbating male.Betsy got the idea. She moved away from her father, into the center of the room. Sinking back onto the bed, she posed like a centerfold model, cupping and offering her tits, tickling the nipples with her slim fingers, stretching out her tongue to lick at the upstanding pink buds. Her eyes sparkled with. Every time Monica made a good shot, he would give her a big kiss. I hated the way she seemed to melt like butter in his arms! The way she looked at him...if only she would look at me like that!Yeah, I know. She was my fiance, and by all rights I should have said something. But I just couldn't get up the nerve! I was afraid she might call off the wedding.That night, on the way home from the bar, Monica told Randy all about my submissive tendencies."He tells me he wants to be my slave!" she said..