We need a piece of paper from the state, that's all. I know about 'married in the eyes of God.' We're there."I knew that several people were parsing t...e full meaning of that statement. Kim and I had run over the meaning while drifting down from some tender moments. I knew exactly how permanent that piece of paper, a marriage certificate, could be if one party didn't care. I cared. Kim says she cares. A quick glance around the room and I saw that some people couldn't do as good a job of hiding. Using Winston was a power trip for me, strapped to my groin I could thrust into and control Mel's naked body and I was beginning to understand a mans point of view. It felt like every time I strap it on I got an injection of testosterone into my system. Using Python, nice as it was, was a joint sharing of the pleasure, I'm not knocking it, but sometimes it was nice to be in control.We were resting but I was still lying between her wide spread legs and Winston was still fully imbedded inside. "Is this a bet, I want in. What is the bet?" "We bet noobie here that he could just walk into the kitchen and fuck Abby and he claims he will be back in the morning to win the bet." Mark said. "Oh no way will that happen. Dad does not even get to fuck that pussy, I'm in here are my two bills." I laid awake that thinking that I was being played. But if I was why would Abby have given me the money. Next morning I arrived at the house to be greeted by Paul, Mark, and Lena. I was ready to prove. Felicity pauses, clearly torn between obedience and disobedience."Please..." she whimpers, rolling away from you.You're not sure you want her to obey. It's clear by your lascivious grin and hardened manhood that you're not in the mood to take it easy on her.You grab her by the arm and force her to roll back."You will do as you're told, slave," you say. "If not, you know what'll happen."Felicity makes eye contact with you. You see a mixture of fear and resentment, but a resolve to obey in those.