‘Slave,’ he said to a blushing Elle, ‘Why do you wear the garments of a free woman?’ This was the part Elle dreaded the most. It was an essent...al component of the ceremony and could not be avoided. The ransom’s debasement must be public and total for maximum impact for all involved. Elle had requested that her lady in waiting be present to assist her. The request had been granted. Elle saw her friend hasten to the front of the room and curtsy before Prince Adam. She extended her arm and Elle. She was definitely enjoying the attention. I started darting my tongue around her vagina as she moaned in ecstasy. After a while I picked up some knowledge of what she liked by her moaning, ‘oh yeah…Dan…right there, suck me.’ I carried on tongue fucking her clit before actually sticking my tongue in to her hole and she tightened her grip on the bed sheets in reply. ‘Get that dick of yours inside me Dan, put it in me now!’ she yelled, making me panic as her mom could probably have heard that. Hen and Stag nights throw the doors open to all manner of sexual shenanigans, an excuse to dress like a slut in stockings, getting boozed-up and tied to a lamp-post for drunk men to approach and kiss, with a sign pinned around my neck, 'Last chance boys, horny bride to be'.I secretly chose this verse for the sign, and my heart was pumping hard as my slender wrists were tied behind my back, to the unlit lamp-post, and my knickers and brassiere removed, my bridesmaids retired to a safe distance. "He took the glasses to the bar – an act to which Corey seemed indifferent, probably as he preferred having something to do on quiet days. But he was nothing short of efficient, capping her shot of lime off with half a litre of amber liquid and pouring Ryan a pint with a textbook centimetre head. Had it been Guinness, Ryan figured the guy might have eschewed the traditional shamrock emblem for piping the Mona Lisa into the froth.Ryan slid the cash across the bar. "One for yourself?"Corey took a.