Both of us stopped talking. I think we even stopped breathing. We couldn't even look at one another, but I found the strength to close my fingers arou...d her hand. It felt cold -- even so I think my palm was sweating. I felt her lean against me more. As she did, I could feel the wetness from my pre-cum starting to soak my shorts. It was quite surreal, but I couldn't get enough of her touch. Our fingers entwined. I could feel her rapid heartbeat through her fingers. Finally, we slowly turned. .I couldn't help but lie put a few fingers in my throbbing core to ease myself.I was furiously rubbing myself and my pussy was literally dripping juices. I didn't realise when I sat on the bed, but I did.I was rubbing, pinching my now swollen and pink pussy. As i thought about him and his hard cock throbbing in his hand looking at me, I mauled and mutiliated my clit. My vision was starting to blur and I started screaming and rode out my orgasm thinking about my tattooed prince working off. Im a prostitute. Go on, Judge. Everyone does. I see the look on some people’s faces when I tell them that. Some try to hide it, some let it show plain. Some try and reason behind my back, I hear things about drug problems, debts, bad upbringing. But the honest truth? I just really like sex. Really like it. My parents are strictly religious, but it made no matter. Ever since I was 14, when I first found out it felt good to touch myself just there... when I slid my finger into my hole for the. " Then, by the power invested in me as a wizard, I now pronounce you twohusband and wife."One of Abubu's servants handed him a ring, and he put that ring onto myfinger, then lifted my hand to his lips and kissed my wedding ring.Cherambic said:"You may now kiss your bride."Abubu took me in his arms, and kissed me on the lips. The crowdassembled in the chapel let out a roar of applause as Abubu took me bythe hand and led me down the aisle to the doors of the auditorium, and Icould see confetti.