She was wearing a very loose fitting tank top, and had herblonde hair tied up in a ponytail.Then I noticed that she wasn't wearing any bottoms or pant...es. Herpussy lips were just showing underneath her top and were glistening, obviously wet.She caught me looking and said, "I'm just letting it breathe," and winked at me. I sheepishly turned back to my pancakes, my cock growing big in my jeans.Just then Amy came down the stairs, looking quite a bit worse-for-wear. Her hair was a mess, and she. ”I was about to say something but I pretended that I didn’t hear what she said and turned around and went back to my writing or really a blank screen.“Hey!! What’s so important that you can’t pay attention to me? I came all the way over here to see you and you paying more attention to the computer than me.” She said as her mouth put on a little pout.“You came over because of the air conditioning beside I am trying write this story and you interrupted me.” I said to her slightly teasing.“Turn. This slave is honoured by your presence here today.?Throughout the planning of the ceremony, they had accorded Victoria Hamilton the role of maid of honour. That she was a maiden couldn’t be further from the truth and the reason for her being here today she was sure was one which no other maid of honour had before. Possessing three slaves of her own and having a reputation for how she wielded the riding crop that she was holding in her hand, it was for that reason her participation had been. I felt so full and loved it when I felt their hands all over me, squeezing and groping and pushing me every which way. To finally silence my screaming, the third guy stood up on the couch. I looked over in time to see his cock pointing toward my face. He gripped my hand tightly and pulled my mouth around him. I could taste myself on his shaft, my pussy juices still coating him. He wasted no time pushing himself down my throat, gagging me hard, even harder than normal because I couldn't stop.