He fit the suspicion I had had about one of the House Leaders being involved in the kidnappings. He hadn't been present at the cinema when the hostage... had been released, there was also no one left who might have been related to him.Just how involved was Lord Morehouse? Was he another pawn, working under the influence of the program or a willing participate? Part of me hoped he was the one pulling all the strings.I still wanted to give Fiona the benefit of a doubt, but knowing that Sandra was. Guys, this is why we all go elsewhere for our pre-nuptials, otherwise in my case, the pews might have been filled with expectant males, ready to raise their hands in objection to a great fuck of a woman, being tied to another man.Even as the vicar was mouthing his final lines tying us and God together for life, I was eyeing his hard-on, as his eyes were focused on my hard nipples, just visible through the netted layered bodice of my wedding gown, he stammered as did his Hollywood counterpart in. "Wow! You sure like fucking me a lot." She shook her head in wonderment and stared at his thickly veined, cum-encrustedmember admiringly. She batted her eyes coyly and gushed enthusiastically. "You're so big! I've never known any guy that could get it up as many timesin a day as you can!" Wartface nodded absently, unimpressed. All the whores said stuff like that.Women were lying scum in his experience. They were only nice to him if theywanted something. In lovely Cheryl's case it was. Billy hadn’t moved, his feet planted still and firm over her, she looked up again at him and was totally wet in the mouth as she looked up at the big strong exposed dick that pointed out over her. Billy had undone his zip and allowed himself the chance, of her accepting the offer.The Indian girl’s head slowly moved up to the cock, her nervous hand slowly clamped around the base of the shaft. The strong but soft warmth felt so natural to touch to her. All she could do is smile looking wide-eyed.