Thegrooms-womyn bind are hands with ribbons attached to our bouquet offlowers. Once again Captain McHandsy ties me up tight enough to cut offblood su...ply. She smirks the whole time.The wife/goddess walks up with her mother and escorts her to a pew andjoins us, looking dapper in her tuxedo. The flower girls kind of waddlein their ridiculous outfits sort of throwing flower petals, but basicallylooking like they could fall over at any minute. Then the big show, thesissy bride, gagged,. The two should have retired by now, but had invested their savings in opening hairdressers in town and it was not just a source of income but a way to get to meet and talk to people. I looked back to the house and the three of us watched in silence as the two young men took turns either fucking Lynn or sliding their firm young cocks down her throat until eventually they literally covered my wife in a huge blast of cum which seemed never ending, she was literally covered, it was all over her. He was fucking her vigorously, while her back was to the wall and her ass on some counter. Three hours later, more naked slaves were brought in, to satisfy the sexual appetites of the Arab conquerors of Holland (or what the Americans would say Hell-Land). They were escorted and marched into that house by Arab troops. But this time the slaves were not girls and women. They were young white boys with blond or brown hair. All the boys looked like they were in their teens, and 20s. . Rob pulled back the curtain of his shower and glanced around; it wasn't like Brandon not to answer. And Rob's jaw dropped. Standing in the middle of the locker room, a shocked expression on his face, stood Brandon. Or what had been Brandon."What's happening to me?" came the soft voice to Rob.Rob stared hard. It was a girl. And not just any girl, but a very well endowed blond girl standing topless. But what was more striking was that Brandon's facial features still remained; Rob knew with.