Most groundborn weddings were elaborate affairs, planned out a least a cycle in advance and generally attended by as many guests as the couple’s bud...et could afford to feed and intoxicate. Everyone wore their very best clothing and the ceremony itself was at least an hour long with both parties to the marriage reciting lengthy vows and proclamations of love. After the ceremony was the wedding feast, in which an extensive variety of lovingly prepared food and top shelf beverages were served.. ”“I will get the information...” she snarled“Yes and it will be worthless to the FBI because it was obtained under torture.” Carl could see the woman shaking with rage. He was sure that his argument would not carry the day and that Madame Carronade will flay the flesh off of Matt one piece at a time.Lord Blackmon cleared his voice, “Say that again.”Both Carl and the tall woman looked at him in confusion. “I said information obtained by the torture is worthless to the FBI in court?” Carl. He knew he should stop it there and then, but continuing the charade seemed the best way to avoid embarrassing himself or Brin. He took his own step forward. “Well, young lady, you look grown up enough,” he said. “But I still want to know what’s in that glass.” Her eyes never left her father’s as Brin reached for her glass again. She took another step forward and sipped from the glass. She made a show of licking a drop off the rim of the glass. When Tom saw her pink tongue pop out and. He was ten years my junior and as I studied his body, still developing I felt an unmistakable urge creep across abdomen and down between my legs.My nipples hardened and as my fingers deftly touched one, it felt as if someone had touched it with an electric wire, I was pulsing and getting very wet between my legs.He had fully exposed himself, masturbating freely, his penis in full view and his testes, though small and tight, were open for me to admire.I could hear him pant and suspected I was.