Suzanne was brought into the room. She was dressed identically. Somehow, though, she looked like a true bride. I looked like a crossdressed bondage qu...en.It was a very short ceremony.I minced up the aisle escorted by Melba, who, dressed in a black latex tuxedo, helped me to keep my balance. In front of the assembled guests, Melba presented me to Suzanne.Melba served as the maid-mistress of honor, and when I was asked: "Do you take this woman, Suzanne, to be your owner, master, and co-slave,". There was a slender blonde girl there with the same short hippie bangs, but I couldn’t be sure if it was her. It was dark once again and difficult to distinguish faces. Just when I had a moment of doubt, that it wasn’t her because I’d seen no recognition of me in her eyes. She leapt forward into my arms. Confirmed by her hug, it was her! I soared with joy. Conversation rung around the group, jabbering with glee. The hug was shorter than 45 minutes, however, she repeatedly stood to hug me over. Kicking the door shut, Celia wasted no time. She grabbed the startled teenage boy and kissed him passionately, tonguing him savagely. After his initial shock, Dan responded in kind, shoving his tongue down the sexy woman's throat. After a few minutes of pashing, Celia broke the kiss and lay on the bed, hiking up her skirt to reveal no panties, and a completely smooth shaven pussy framed by lacy black suspenders. Dan's cock nearly exploded at the sight."Come on Dan, you sexy little man. Don't. ? Gia replied, a little annoyed at her friends constant complaining. Being co-workers and childhood friends, the two of them were more like sisters. Christie at 24 was one year older then Gia, and both had grown up in the same small country-town, which both of them couldn?t wait to get away from. But that?s pretty much where the similarities end. Christie had grown up as the daughter of the towns only doctor. The family was very well off, and respected in the community. Christie pretty much.