. Big Willie’s so biggg! . . . So full . . . And he’s face fucking me hard, dicking my mouth like it’s a pussy . . . A wide open wet pussy . . ....Oh, damn, I’m wanting his fuckjuice . . . I love sucking cock so much and Master knows it . . . My husband’s probably going crazy, wondering what’s happened to me . . . Ooooo, Big Willie! . . . deepfucking my mouth . . . my lips so stretched . . .Ohhh, I’m drooling slobber all over everything! . . . He must think I’m a real slut . . . Oh dear . . . I. Legs over legs, arms outstretched, they slid on their ass towards each other until the “V” closed up. The other women were all standing around them eagerly watching. “That is NOT going to take much time”, whispered Rachel into her friend’s ear“They could cum just looking at each other”, agreed the friend, taking advantage of the situation and grabbing Rachel’s soft buttock. “Fuck her Jennifer”, cried Rachel, as everyone laughed since nobody had taken sides.The two lesbians grabbed a handful of. I'll send a text when it's ok. OK?" Wow, that will be torture. But yes anything is better than beating her." She'll have breakfast before I bring her in. Then no food or drink, other than cum. She'll beg you, curse you, work on you mentally. Don't give in. You can leave for lunch, she stays. You think it's easier than beating her, but this isn't going to be easy." Sure you two are twins?" Yeah, really." OK I guess we have a plan."On Chrissy's day we all had breakfast together like sort of. Owen of course would be at the front of the church waiting for his daughter to come out so he could walk her down the aisle.The wedding march began. I never liked the song—I’d never been a big fan of Richard Wagner—though I did appreciate the tradition, I supposed.Everyone looked back down the center aisle. The bride, escorted by Owen, was smiling as she came down the aisle. Owen was smiling and looking around and acknowledging the assembled throng. He spotted me, and stopped cold in his.