There I was, standing in my cute undies holding this redbeauty in my arms. It was complicated to get into. I never worn a gownlike this before. I s...epped into the dress, but I couldn't clasp the backparts and had some trouble zipping it up. I finally got one of the claspsto lock and was still having trouble with the zipper. I needed help!! SoI called her in. I peeked my head out and tried to muster up an ahem. Shelooked at me. "I think I need help..." I uttered shyly. "Oh I see..." She. She scowled at them and mumbled, “Oh for goodness sake, guys. Give it a rest.”Jessie then looked at Carrie Pearson who just smiled back and gave her a little thumbs up with her right hand. Just as Jessie was about to say something in reply Bjorn began pulling gently at her shoulder and saying, “Come on. Let’s get off this thing and see what sort of a place this is. I also need to take one big whizz!”Jessie gave Bjorn a little playful slap on his arm as she chided him with, “OK, OK. Spare me the. After a brief rest, my beast took over once again. I knelt up, my cock 90 degrees erect, demanding attention. Liz had a devilish look as she once again started sucking my cock. Man did it feel great! As my lust gained power over me, I shoved her onto her back, spread her legs up to expose her cunt, and planted my mouth over her swollen lips. My tongue snaked in, causing her to moan. Her hot, thick, cream pie was so very ripe; I rubbed my face into it, getting the wetness of our sex all over me.. .. she doesn’t curse outloud, but she uses excessive profanity in her internal thoughts.If she was a regular viewpoint character, I’d mark the story as having excessive profanity.Silently, I knelt between the pews, at the feet of the old human that just purchased me, held in place by magic emanating from the heavy slave collar around my throat. Fuck me. Better yet, fuck you. Fucking burn in hell, you fucking damn slaver asshole! I mentally screamed the words, but my lips didn’t move. They were.