I was visibly upset, but I asked her to make sure that they didn't take things too far. She said that I was stuck in this situation, but I should mak... the best of it, she would do her best to help me but only if I was putting in maximum effort. I agreed and walked over to the cupboard and began to look through Sarah's draw. I finally picked out a matching set of black lacy knickers and a black lacy bra. Caryn told me to put them on. I pulled off my other clothes leaving just my knickers. You'd been planning your wedding for what seemed to be hours. To you it was a tedious process which seemed to involve endless lists, names, numbers and expenses."This venue can seat around seventy... I know that it might not be enough, but if we put aside the numbers of children then we'll spare up a few seats. What do you think Mark? I mean, we can narrow it down more in the guest list." Emily looked at you curiously, hoping for your input."Yeah, sure thing..." You replied. It was the same. "We were more worried about privacy for Randi and Tara. I've got to go, Stan. I'm going to find the hotel manager and get to the bottom of things. Call me back later or don't. It's up to you."It didn't take Brock long to find the web site hosting the pictures. There was nothing salacious about them. It showed him dancing with the girl he knew as Rebecca but who was identified at Rita Looker in the caption. There was one with Al talking to Lucy Miller, no relation, (who was dubbed Emily Proper). “Well, it’s my business now, bitch… I think you need to be fucked and I intend to fuck you real good,” he said in a loud, demanding voice. I insisted I would scream, but he just told me to go ahead and scream all I wanted, and that there was no one in hearing distance. He began laughing. I knew he was right and stood thinking that I could run, but as I glanced at the door he grabbed my arm. I struggled trying to break his grasp, but he was too strong. Roughly he pushed me back to my.