...well let me start from the beginning. Jen called me Monday and asked if she could bring a new friend to our private party. I told her that would be...fine, but to come by a little early. So they did and Jen introduced me to Allie. Like I said she was a real knockout! We said hello and yes briefly kissed. Her lips were soft and warm and I wanted to do more but I had other things to do. Sara arrived shortly after. She and Allie seemed to be getting along fine, kissing and giggling. The other. I persisted though, and finally, after several discussions where I explained my fetish and practically begged her to help me with it, she agreed. She said that she hoped I knew what I was doing though, and to be careful what I wished for. We parted as we usually did after getting a bit together that evening, with her giving me a peck on the cheek and a warm hug, and wishing me good night. However, this time she did whisper in my ear that things would be different starting tomorrow. I shuddered. . I don’t think this is part of the ceremony anymore, Princess... or should I say My Demon Queen. You are officially married.”“So...This...Is...My...Life...Now?”“I’m afraid so.” Gwydion shook his head and walked away as the Elven flutists began playing jaunty tunes. The only music Rimmon’s friends and family needed was the whimpering moans of the young bride massaging her sore breasts while getting fucked on stage as the guests mingled and exchanged pleasantries. Nobody turned to look when her. Dammit, we had so many things to do in the few months of good weather, I began to wonder if we would not be better off moving farther south. I planned to bring that up for discussion pretty soon. A yes vote would force us to make some changes in our plans for the summer. For one thing, it would influence how much time we spent in finding more heating oil. I had my doubts about being able to generate enough electricity to keep is warm and to do all of the other things we wanted to do.On top of.