‘What are you waiting for husband, dear?’ With a little smile she rolled to her stomach on the mirrored table, sipping again from her martini. Cl...y drained his glass and set it down on the bar. He came off his seat and he came to her running a hand along the smooth contours of her back and bottom. His cock was rock hard, throbbingly alert and ready, and he tried to slip his hand under the waistband of her slacks. ‘Not so fast, big boy,’ she said teasingly, as she rolled over onto her back.. Was I forgetting anything? Veil, check Bouquet, check, Garter, check, Makeup, not too much, check. It was all perfect, beautiful and I was ready to make my vows to the man I loved. The wedding was a small event, only family and our closest friends were invited. Eric and I didn’t want, or have the money, to spend on anything larger. We didn’t want to cater to any guests we barely knew or hadn’t even seen in years. I think there is some old saying about the reception being for the guests. Why. "Now let me fucking move!'Melissa, still with a wide smile on her face, shook her head no. "I don'tthink so Jeff," she said wickedly. "Your lesson is just beginning."Jeff looked at Melissa and for the first time dread began to ebb into hissoul. "She can really do anything she wants to me," he thought miserably."I can't stop her..."Melissa watched as the gravity of the situation finally hit Jeff. "That'sright Jeff," she said getting off the bed and walking towards theimmobilized man. "You're my. Leaving the sun baked meadow that separated The Wood from the road, and entering the canopy of the trees, was like entering an air conditioned room; it was much cooler under the canopy, and the transition in temperature between sun and shade, hid the faint frisson that ran through her body as the magic of The Wood embraced her.Nothing registered with her except the overpowering urge to get to the deepest part of The Wood. As she heedlessly forced her way through the underbrush, giving no.