This wasn’t the one where we would be getting married. When we got there, Mrs Walmsley was already there with Sandra. We both had interviews, one af...er the other, with the registrar. I didn’t realise until the interview actually started, but it turned out this was a legal requirement. The woman was a little annoyed, simply because of the very short notice period. I paid over my money, forty-five quid, answered a few questions and filled in a form, signed it, and ten minutes later I left. As I. Slowly working my way up her legs, Kay stopped me and took her pretty panties off. She put them on my head for me to wear as a hat, giggling once again as she continued to degrade me.Kay grabbed my ears and roughly pulled me into her warm moist pussy. Very gingerly and reverently I began to pay homage to her shrine. I used every effort to take Kay to the brink and keep her there. I teased her to the edge of orgasm and backed off slightly. She was reeling in the delirious state the tension. As they sat side by side on the edge of the riverbank eating travel food for their morning meal, Jakal mentioned, "I think yesterday we agreed that we had many things to discuss after sharing pleasures." You are right," Sala answered in surprise. She had completely forgotten about that conversation."Only, I do not remember what we were to discuss," he admitted.A wry grin on her face, the woman turned to gaze upon the dark-haired man, only to catch him already looking at her, his blue eyes. The first part describes how the quiet and reserved Asha moves in to the great mansion and tries to fit in describing her little bits of her life and the reason she comes to leave in Astana villa. The second part reflects on the present day Asha who has transformed into a sadistic dominatrix bitch, dominating her Uncle and making him her reluctant sex slave. The next installation will dwell into detail describing the events that slowly built up to her drastic transformation . The story.