It was then, and only then, that despite the screams of resistance in her head, her pussy was soaking wet, flooding with juices. Her face immediately ...ent a scarlet, but was it the heat, or her embarrassment that made her so red? ‘I’ve got a feeling, Ms. Fischer, that your outward anger and spite towards other girls, and lowlier men, stems from your upbringing, and your repressed, rebellious side. In fact, I know for a fact you are a closet feminist, and that bra you wear is oppressive.’ Amy. I deftly applied mixture to her lips with a brush and gave herthe lipstick for touch-ups. With a flourish, I removed the cape, helpedher stand and showed her to the mirror."Oh thank you." she gushed."My pleasure."Kim arrived back, "Darling, that's wonderful. We've put the ceremonyback fifteen minutes; a few late comers." We finished packing themakeup away. "I'll send some men up to bring them downstairs."We followed Kim and Janice downstairs, outside. The ceremony was beingheld near the seawall. He relaxed.He undid his zipper, took out his cock and held it in the palm of his hand as if it were one of the Seven Wonders of the world."This." He said with a huge grin.I looked down at a pretty ordinary and surprisingly, only half hard cock, lying on the palm of his hand. It wasn't even circumcised. Awkward moment. I tried to hide my disappointment with him and his cock and my discomfit about being in the toilet with a giggle. It worked. A drunken giggle seems to fix a lot of awkward. She shook almost violently arching away from the seat of the chair and then slowly subsided back onto it. She relaxed her hold on the slut’s head and she came up gasping for air. Slowly she withdrew her fingers and knelt back.“Thank you, Mistress,” said a breathless Magda after a while.“You deserved it for all your help today, Magda. How was she?”“Not too bad, Mistress. Not perfect or even good by any means and will need some more training but not too bad at all. Will you try her for yourself.