Of course, now that she was their slut and slave, she had to sit in the back seat just like Tracy was taught. Arms along the back, her legs spread wid... apart, exposing all of her naked body. They left to go home to prepare her living quarters. They had already purchased her cage and it was set up in her bedroom at the foot of the bed, so she could watch everything that would happen.The other three went to get Tracy. They got her up and made her walk to the car. All of them laughed at how she. Ike’s eyes shifted from the pizza warmer he carried, to his face. Ike asked him why he was so wet and he told that he had trouble with his car and all evening he had been making his rounds on a motorcycle. “I must work because my next semester tuition is due shortly”. He made his point.Ike urged him to come in the house and get warmed up and dried off.Reluctantly, he agreed to. Ike knew that he was worried about having to get back and deliver more pizzas but he urged him that if desired, he. She rubbed my dick softly and slowly from the base to the tip with one hand while caressing my balls with her other. I peeled her thong back from the front just enough to rub the outside of her cunt and barely penetrate it with my finger. Her pussy was always so wet. I began to groan and she started to breathe heavily. I cupped one of her size 34B breast with my other hand, which fit perfectly. She leaned back towards me and kissed me intently for what seemed like an eternity. We took the rest. And yet I can't help but feel avery, very large twinge of jealousy as the two women go through theprocess of legally becoming each other's wife.The fact that I'm wearing a bridesmaid's dress, of all thing, justserves to hammer home how 'single' I feel. It's the first time I'veever been a bridesmaid (though I did also act as a witness earlier inthe year)- and the dress is admittedly VERY beautiful- but the phrase'always the bridesmaid and never the bride' seems more relevant thanever. In the.