My publisher threatened that if my story was not finished by the set time my contract would be voided. Very unhappy, I forced myself to sit in front o... my desktop. Unfortunately, my mind wandered back to last night when I was underneath Matt. My clit tingled as I thought of him slurping my juices and fucking me into submission. “Shit!” I threw a pen at the monitor and put my hands on my forehead. For a second, I closed my eyes imagining him piercing me with his tongue. Wildly, I bucked back and. ‘How could any man resist this moment. You deserve a good fucking.’ His hands appeared on my bum cheeks and suddenly my feet left the sandy sea-floor as he hoisted me up to his eye level. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his waist spreading my thighs as far as they could go, mouth finding his and sucking his lips like a hungry whore. His cock-head probed my clit, teasing my pussy lips, my breasts bobbing like buoyancy aids, nubs as hard as diamonds. ‘Oh, God yes!’ I shrieked and realised. Jeff gasped as she remembered what he had done to her. No, what she had let him do to her. She had spread her legs and virtually begged him to fuck her. She might have been under the influence but that didn't really help her come to terms with how her new femininity had been used.Bill pulled the car up to one of the buildings. He turned off the engine and turned to look at Jeff. She flinched under his gaze. She was so small and weak now that she would be totally unable to stop him from doing. They walked carefully and slowly down an aisle as people cleared the way forward. When they had almost crossed the room, Bill looked up and saw his girlfriend Olivia standing in the groom's spot wearing a tuxedo and Joanna was standing in the best man's place. Michelle was standing in the spot where the preacher normally would. Kyle stopped him in the bride's place. Bill could feel Jesse bending down behind him to fix his train. Michelle started with the standard wedding fare. When she got to.