We married and I was so excited when we walked down the aisle as man and wife. I could not wait to have real sex with the woman I loved with all my he...rt. Our wedding party seemed to go on forever. It was almost too much for Linda. She told me she was not feeling well and wanted to go upstairs and take a short nap. I didn't want her to leave me but I relented.About an hour later she returned all bubbly and happy, I was glad she took her nap. After about an hour or two of dancing we finally went. After a little ponder, I said that this then would be my suggested course of action. I explained that there was no simple outside cure, it could only come from inside them-selves and it would take a long set of sessions. Yes I could aid her by beating her, humiliating her, setting her to a k9, or a gang bang or whatever, but that it would be up to her to say enough is enough my guilt is gone, I feel free, and there might still be the odd resurfacing of guilt even then. And likewise he would. “Are you a virgin Clarissa?” Daddy asked me as he gripped his swollen cock, precum oozing from it before he began to slid it up and down my pussy slit. “Is Daddy’s dick the first that will be in your hot little cunt?” “Y-yes Daddy,” I nodded. “You are the only man I want to fuck me.” “Good,” he said as he let go of himself and slipped a finger into my liquid heat, causing me to arch up as I let out a cry. “Your pussy belongs to Daddy now babygirl; you are all mine.” He said as he added. "Yeah, I suppose. The Gods know best." Shh…relax. I will do all the work," Ryan crooned. Jasmine calmed her body and readied herself. Ryan did as Dumuzi did and grabbed hold of her hips to steady her body. Jasmine stared at the ceiling of the tent, feeling a prodding at her most private area. Jasmine felt Ryan’s purple head push very slowly into her pussy. It was thin at first, but gradually got thicker the further he thrust in."Uhh…" Jasmine groaned. Jasmine liked to masturbate, but this.