I wasn't complaining. Any relief was better than what I thought I was going to end up getting from her. When I started cumming, she tightened her hand...on me, and spit my first spurt out on my stomach. From the face she was making, I had to believe that cum wasn't going to be a staple of her future diet. She kept moving her hand until I had finished cumming.When she let go of my hand, she rushed right off, into my bathroom. I heard water running in my sink, with repeated spitting and gagging. "And one of the many signs of male submission is a beet redass during the ceremony of marriage."The sissy gasped, his eyes widening in surprise. He'd known that allalong, but in his excitement, he'd forgotten completely. He couldn'tbelieve that he'd forgotten something so vital to the marriage ceremony.And there was no way that he could make up for it now. His Maid of Honor- the one that was supposed to make sure that his ass was thoroughly redfor the ceremony - was already at the altar,. He watched me and then started rubbing the front of his shorts. I watched as a bulge began to form. He was bold and it was all very erotic and I felt my own cock stirring. I began to fondle myself and through the crack in the door I could see this stranger smile as he watched me.He took a step towards the door and unfastened his pants. Springing from his shorts was a fully erect seven inch cock. My breathing quickened as he held it just outside the locked stall door. My own cock was oozing. They were both such beautiful women. I was paddled by a lot of teachers but they are the only one’s that I fantasize about. If I had a chance, I would let either of them spank me to this day. It makes me wet and very horny. Sometimes when I am having sex, I will think about them and pretend it is them making love to me after a spanking. I fantasize about Mrs Fields, her soft tender thighs, warm and inviting, squeezing me tight while I pull her panties off and lick her soft warm tender hairy.