Maggie handed Kyra her bouquet of purple and white roses, slipped her arm around her fathers and started the walk down the aisle. Again she felt dizzy...and sick, but concentrated on the inside of the church and how beautiful it was. As she looked down the isle at the man that was to be her husband for the rest of her life, she found that he was quite handsome. He was tall at least 6’4, broad shoulders, black hair and the most piercing blue eyes she had ever seen. She stood next to Gabriel and. Then she curls it up and rubs my G spot. I moan loudly. She keeps rubbing it, ever so slowly.My panting increases and she pumps a little faster. "Ahhhh," I gasp as my pussy pulses. Every few strokes she goes faster and faster, until she's pounding my pussy, her palm slamming onto my clit at the deepest push.I scream out as I cum hard again. She keeps pumping then slows down again, finally resting her finger deep while holding it still. My pussy throbs around her finger.She holds still as I come. And when they are not convinced with what you are bringing me, they will see me as weak and thus you. This family will falter and then our line broken.”“What is it you want from me then?” Eris demands.The corners of Cyra’s lips curl up. “Let’s start with the names of your two cohorts.”“Reef and Saul,” Eris says, the names rolling off her tongue with ease.“The twins?” her mother asks, looking suspicious. “They’re probable the farm’s best trainers.”“And they don’t appear to be ambitious either,”. She accepted his absences as the price of their lifestyle. His company was traded for the beautiful house, the fine wines and the expensive wardrobe. He bought her a dog once but she hadn’t liked it. ‘It smells,’ she said, ‘and it howls at night.’ The dog had been fonder of him but he got rid of it, nonetheless. The scotch had had its effect. His mind was slow and the memories now mere fragments, like a snatch of a song, recognised but not identifiable. He tried to think about the coming day.