My eyes followed her all way up to the dressing room as my mind contemplated how sexy her ass was. I could just imagine how neatly those butt cheeks w...ll fit into the palm of my hand. Unable to resist any loner I abandoned my stuff and took off in a run to the dressing room and there she was backing me. I glided swiftly up to her and grab her butt with one hand and bring the other between her legs to her pussy. She was startled and was about to protest but I turned her around and smothered the. . whatever. Please shove it in. I’m afraid this virgin bride needs to get past this ... first entry.”“Yeah ... no. Unlike the stories we have read I can assure you it does not work like that. First we must open your lovely vaginal lips and lubricate the parts.”“I don’t want any artificial lube.” I felt using something artificial was wrong in some way, and the stories rarely mentioned it. Except for anal sex, which I very much did not want to bring to mind.“I was not going to offer any. I prefer. "Oh, Aunt Daphne, you're the best!"***After her hair had been styled Cynthia decided to go and check on theother bridesmaids. She wondered whether or not Hayden had managed tocomplete her task yet, and it would be interesting to see the results ifso. She had tried to be cunning as she did not want Julie to notice theeffects all at once, so she had got Hayden to sew little pouches ofitching powder into Julie dress. A good slap on the back in the rightplace would produce the compulsion to itch. Matheson, the head of my department. The job was really not much more than a glorified accounting position, what the company called an "asset manager." I worked in a cubicle next to dozens (hundreds when you count up all the floors of the skyscraper we worked in) other schmucks just like me.But it wasn't just any glorified accounting position. This was a job at the headquarters of Mason and Mason, the most prestigious (and rumored to be the most wealthy) international bank this side of the.