”I couldn’t see but I knew what was coming and I whimpered. If the first twenty were bad, the next twenty with the vicious rattan cane would be wo...se still. She took her time, as she always did; her movements measured, designed to raise my tension. She ran her hands over my arse and pulled my knickers down to my knees.“Stroke your clitoris, please Sonia.” My cunt was wet, my nipples numb and aching, my clitoris hard and uncovered. I ran my fingertip over it. “Get yourself close then maintain. Gwen was running one of the cameras, and I noticed how badly she was shaking. When I asked her about is, she said she didn’t sleep much last night thinking about today. It made sense, the girls and I had a general idea what the vault contained thanks to the ledger, but we had actually seen little of it. We didn’t sleep much last night either. We filmed the faces of the witnesses as the vault was opened. I thought the curator might faint, and the rest were stunned into silence.It took eight. Liz Thompson, the Maid of Honor, my escort, was a knockout. She was physically a "perfect match" for me in the bridal party sense. She stood just over six feet tall, and with heels equaled my six four frame. She was all legs, clear up to her neck! I guessed her measurements to be somewhere close to 38-24-32. Her long blonde hair complemented her deeply tanned, olive-toned skin. The big brown eyes, gave her that innocent look, making me wonder how "innocent" she really was. We hit it off. Your tongue begins to torment my clit. I arch up as you add a second finger to your first. Continuing to rub that special spot inside as you slide your fingers in and out of my sopping pussy. Sucking and twirling your tongue on my clit. I scream as I cum again. You slide your fingers out, but continue lapping softly, slowly at my juices. Pulling back a bit you nip at my thigh making me shudder. I slowly sit up and smile at you. You pull me towards you and I slide down your body. Your mouth.