Kaori's friends saw her in her wedding dress and got envious of how beautiful she looked. As she smiled and turned her body, Kaori started to feel lig...theaded. She just passed it off as nerves. Then she began to feel hot all over. Her body was now feeling like it was on fire. She collapsed to the floor so fast that her friends didn't even know what was going on."Kaori? KAORI?" they screamed.They rushed to her side and tried to hold her, but she was in pain. She couldn't breathe."CALL 911. It was a coy, shy smile, although her thoughts were far from it. She slowly opened her legs feeling her meaty thighs spread apart. “Wanna little, hey, sausage Alfredo? Huh? Huh?” “You know you should be a little more serious about this,” Mrs. McDougal said. “I almost called the police.” Yes you told me you were going to. Again she rolled her eyes. “This kind of thing just isn’t appropriate for a girl like you.” There it was again. …a girl like you. “Those sounds you make are quite. She had her personal assistant/slave and her bootlicker crawl behind her, along with her retinue of bodyguards. She walked to her bedroom’s private torture chambers. She viewed Birdie with disdain. The girl was hanging from a steel bar attached to the ceiling; her feet were secured to the floor. Her disheveled clothes and hair were a testament to her rough treatment by the guards who handled her. The Mistress used the tip of her spiked riding crop to lift Birdie’s head. The girl sputtered. "Patty felt more comfortable once he acquiesced to her request and went back to sucking on his dick. As she rolled her tongue around his head then started working her way down his shaft, she heard Guy begin to sigh and grunt. "Oh god!" he shouted, as he felt her tight suction on his shaft with each deep swallow. He felt her grab and tug at his balls while she sucked, and that only increased the pressure that was slowly building with each passing second."God you are awesome at this!" he said.