Three in the morning was not an ideal time to do the laundry. Emma cleaned everything that was dirty. It took her an hour from putting in the wash to ...olding the linens and placing them in the drawer. More than once Tim played with her with gooses, pinches, and accidentally on purpose rubbing Mr. Jumbo against her panty clad ass."Mr. Jumbo likes the feel of silk panties," Tim laughed. "Especially when it they are filled with Miss Honey Pot." Mr. Jumbo has had his last act here in Chicago," Emma. What is she doing?Why am I tied up?' I thought."I have a task for you. I put this belt on you and want to make itpermanent. Now is the time to offer any objections. Do you accept? Doyou want me to continue, all you have to do is say 'yes mistress'," shegiggled, as she lightly tweaked my nipples and stroked my breasts."Belt? What belt? Oh, that feels so good," and moaned in need, "Yesmistress."She giggled some more and reached down to my balls and started to pusheach one out of its sack. Not her most endearing trait but one I was going to have to live with if I was planning on marrying her. I smiled, thinking of it as my first sacrifice of the marriage: I was no longer going to be on-time for everything.She was worth the wait. When she finally came down, she was wearing a yellow/gold satin thing that draped down her body. Missy had no figure but the dress actually took advantage of that - if she had been curvy like Trina, the dress would have been too much. As it was, it was. I hadalready done it many times in my mind. I don't think we ate four bitesbetween us. We just talked and talked about everything we could think of.Greg told me that he had wanted to ask me out for a while, but that hewas unsure how I would react. It was all I could do not to shout out howmuch I loved him already. It was getting late, and we had to leave. Icould spent the whole night there with him, just talking and looking athim.I remember the drive home like it happened yesterday. I scooted.