Since I was watching Civia at the time, I saw her give a small shrug as she stepped over to give Dad a hug. She did not give him a peck on the lips. I...was surprised to see Maren follow Civia to Dad.She looked up at him and said, “It seems you’re all very huggy and even the girls that aren’t your ... daughters – hug you. Civia explained to me that this family makes little distinction between actual daughters and what she called quasi-adopted daughters. It seems like I’ll be spending some time. The Baron Rugenberg had declined the invitation, using a courteous excuse. He was not missed, for he was known to be unpleasant when drunk. Other neighbours had come, though, and the wedding was well attended.The banquet was impressive, with choice delicacies and old wines offered. Jugglers, jesters and other performers entertained the guests, and the mood was merry. As was his habit, Joerg did not imbibe. Nevertheless, he enjoyed himself greatly. Bjoern and Crescencia thawed considerably, too,. It was time for the real fun now. So I took a condom from the packet and wore on my dick and was ready to insert. She was still in the blindfold. I took her legs on my shoulder and placed my dick on her pussy and was rubbing it.She tried to guide it inside as she was unable to wait any longer. Then I tried to insert in her. Slowly, I entered her. It was a little tight and then with more force, I entered her. She was feeling some pain and I started to and fro movements, increasing the pace. ”I obliged, unable to resist the need growing out of control inside me, holding still as she attached the same leather cuff she’d used the night before. This time, she didn’t stop at merely buckling it tightly around my wrist. She slipped a small padlock through the hasp and locked it securely in place. And then the other wrist. An ankle. The other and, finally, a leather collar, similarly locked in place around my throat. “Good kitty,” she teased, grinning as she leaned over and planted a.