(Bridesmaids, yes, sometimes. Usually the bride has picked out bridesmaid dresses that look ugly on some of the poor girls. I, of course, do my best...to make them feel attractive.) But I have gotten blow jobs from brides. Helps their nerves to suck on something, I guess. Like my dick. Actually, maybe they are also feeling like they won't have sex with anyone but their husband as long as they are married. Last fling sort of thing.The other big part of my business is teen girls getting. Her Spanish was rusty. Taking a deep breath, she spoke again. "Yo me preguntaba si cualquiera tuvo un barco disponible para quitarme a Isla del Soledad?"An older gentleman approached her with a warm smile. "I can take you there, Señorita. Allow me to get the keys." He turned and headed toward the boathouse. "My boat is the red one over there." He pointed to a small red boat docked beside the one she and Diego had come in.Ronnie shifted nervously on from one foot to the other. She kept an eye. His fingers dug into the back of her neck and the blows rained down upon her and through the haze of shock and outrage Janel became aware of a new sensation. The shaking and jiggling of her ass communicated itself to her already-aroused pussy and lit a fire there—a fire that burned deep and began to glow with hot incandescence. Her skin burned and each sting from a blow melted into the molten liquid at her core until she was burning with need. She needed to be touched and filled. She needed. After a few minutes I turned around and looked at her. She licked her lips clean and got her head to the ground. She started licking my cum of the floor. After she got it all, she got up and said to me: "you own me, I'm yours. You can do whatever you want with me whenever you want it". I wanted to ask her so many questions. Like why this sudden chance and how long she was mine but I decided not to ask. I just wanted to enjoy my slave from now on.I started playing with her boobs. Kissing them.