Now I was going after that sausage. I shadowed them, exchanging occasional glances with him, being sure to make eye contact. While she was picking out...some eggs, I gave him the hand gesture telling him that I wanted to give him a blowjob and nodded my head towards the bathrooms.A couple of minutes later, he comes towards the bathrooms, I go inside the stall. He comes in right behind me and locks the door. He said, "Hey, I'm sorry about my wife's comments, she can be a real bitch sometimes.". Michelle was the third girl down the aisle, right in front of Tina, the maid-of-honor (the one that brought the booze and stripper the night before, getting my wife drunk and horny). Just as I thought, Michelle was absolutely beautiful. Their dresses were a light lavender, floor-length, flowing chiffon with spaghetti straps and the ‘V’ in front cut fairly low, showing lots of sexy cleavage. I wondered if Michelle was still wearing the bra she had on when she left our room. It was low on her. ."I stared at her, mystified. Her hand was still on my knee. "How? I meanhow could you suspend me?"She squeezed my knee. "I can't. But I could punish you in some other way.A spanking, maybe."Her hand slid up onto my thigh. Our eyes met and locked. A silentagreement was reached. I nodded. "I'll do anything to keep Jeff in school.Anything."She smiled. "Good. Come with me." We walked out of her office and downthe hall to an unmarked door. She opened the door and ushered me in, lockingthe. "Where did I go wrong, Robert?" She never called him by his given name, always using his nickname instead. Hearing it now thrust another dagger into his heart. "I did the best I could, after your father died. I taught you to respect girls, to respect yourself, and then this? That poor, poor girl." Another strangled cry as she turned her head away from him.As it often did, the images flared into his conscious mind, and he was unable to repress them. Chrissy had already been naked, and clearly.