Would you be OK if I wore your old wedding dress?” I asked. “Sure if you really want to,” Christina replied. “I really want to mom. I love him...and he loves me, so I just know I'll only be needing one wedding dress,” I said. “OK angel, I love you too,” Christina replied. So then after that, my mom was apart of everything. Maybe it was just the time that went by or that she found out I was getting married. I don't know exactly though. So I was in our bedroom with Jeanette and my mom as John was. His hands reached out and cupped my breasts, feeling their heaviness in his hands as he massaged them. "They feel even better than they look," he said, as he began tweaking my nipples, feeling them harden beneath his fingers. Looking into his eyes I told him that if he continued, he would need to touch me in other places, as his hands were turning me on so badly I could feel my pussy throbbing, longing to be touched. He started to kiss and suck my tits, nibbling on my erect nipples while his. "Twenty year old student from Osaka. Stupid enough to get caught with hundred grams of dope."The prison doctor came into the room and began to examine the Japanese woman. He carefully checked her throat muscles, listened to her heartbeat with a stethoscope before nodding to the guards. The woman's hands were already shackled behind her back. Her bare feet were left free. Following two guards in front of her and two behind, she mounted the scaffold and stood directly under the noose. Very. That's a bad slut, I tie you to the bed. That's better. I would rip your clothes off your body. Groping your tits. Feeling your pussy. Wow you really are a slut. Your pussy is wet from all of this. I start smacking your tits. You're screaming. So I gag you. I keep smacking your tits until they're really red. I go down to your pussy and force two fingers inside you and finger fuck your pussy for a bit and you start moaning through the gag like a dirty slut. I take the gag back off and.