??Very well, I, I, I am doing it.?Leia struggled to her knees andstopped as the bells jingled. The bound beauty glanced down at the jinglingsound. She...had heard that Jabba the Hutt made his whore and slaves wear bellsso he would know to always shake their tits in his presence. The good captainwas telling her she was now his slave. Another swat of the cock made the boundbeauty sob and push herself up, the jingling filling her ears. The humiliatedheroine climbed onto the bed. The princess stopped. Thursday afternoon: Karen was sat in her bedroom, looking seductively into her mirror as she caked on the thick make-up on – she was aiming for the fierce, whore type look with her thick black hair raised into a pony tail. It was about this time she heard Paul coming up the stair and towards her bedroom. Decked out in her suspenders, panties and stripper heals, she looked and smelled like the perfect mother for Paul. He knocked on the door and came in. She was sitting on her stool of her. "Thanks, Mr. Michaels," Pamela said, pulling me into the hug as well."Next!" I wrote my own vows," said Stacy, handing a piece of paper to Heather."Oh, okay." Heather read from the paper. "Do you, John Michaels, take this woman, Stacy Nelson, to be your lawfully wedded wife. Do you further promise to never shirk your responsibilities as a husband, and to submit to your wife's every demand for unprotected sex so that she may have as many children as she desires, so help you God?"I looked at. Most men brag about their length or girth. I’ve never understood that. You have what you have! Might as well just learn how to use it. She brought her hands up to my knees. She ran her fingers straight up my thighs to my hips. She then turned her hands around and grabbed the waist of my boxers and pulled them down with her hands inside of them. They fell to my ankles. I reached down with my hands and she told me that I should keep holding that pipe. I put my hands back where they were. She.