"I will now read your vows: Do you swear to never give your bride a moment’s rest? To keep your piping hot cum constantly erupting from her mouth li...e an active volcano? To fill her womb to the brink of rupture? To reshape her body and her mind in your cocks image?”Aranel rolled her eyes and gave her mom in the front row an I-told-you-so look from the altar. Rimmon snorted his "I do."“And do you, Aranel of the Willowtree, swear to endure unimaginable and unending pain? To give birth multiple. Cindy checked and reported, "Nope, still hungry."One of the high school girls shoved through to my side. She held a plateful of pancakes dripping with syrup. The women at the table laughed and gave her the go-ahead. She eagerly scraped the plate clean down into my crotch, grinning at me with lusty teen sadism. She stood there wearing her mean grin as I curtsied and thanked her."Oh, you're welcome, faggot," she said, returning to her seat amidst a chorus of approval from her friends.Cindy's. Dan, Joe, Hank, and Calvin stood apart talking in hushed voices. The three Mrs. Daniels, Rose, and Lily were seated on chairs making wedding plans. The ranch hands were in a group off to the side discussing a variety of topics none of which had anything to do with what had happened out in Los Angeles, Sonny’s return, or running the ranch.With the arrival of Sonny at the ranch, Pepper’s time there was coming to an end. He was looking forward to returning to Los Angeles. It had been ages since he. He also looked perfectly hot in his gear, which he wore from the store to the the guy's house and then onto the warehouse. Of course, at the house we had some cocktails, packed up some favors, and got situated for a fetish event. I had never been to a private fet party, but I figured it would be a lot of folks running around in gear, drinking and getting high, and trying to get laid. And sure enough, it was!The couple that invited us were part of some kind of Board or planning committee for.