Anything." I was wondering ... on Earth, in most weddings, the groom stands at the front, and the bride is escorted down the aisle by her father, who ...gives her away', as it were. The thing is, my father is dead, and I'd never even met him, so..."I looked down, shuffling awkwardly, and waited; Duncan didn't reply. After a pregnant pause, I sighed."I'm sorry. It's not really the tradition here, I imagine; I shouldn't have asked. Don't wor-"Duncan cut me off, putting his hand on my shoulder. I. And fill it with cream," I told her. She smiled at me then but it was just a little smile."That's what I want you to do," she told me. "But I don't think you're gonna make it."That was when she hit me with that full electric smile and I couldn't hold it anymore. Sperm shot out of me like someone had just flipped a switch. She leaned forward so some of it landed on her face. The woman made me cum just by smiling at me. She really had my number.After that we lay there in bed cuddling. For a while. The fear of the rope teased his balls to a new masochistic high as he tried vainly to prepare his mind for it; the thought that his wife would soon covet those balls in a jar and exhibit them in pompous triumph of her absolute dominance of him, had him edge close to coming despite the cruel prevention of physical stimulation, and the notion that only a white clay mask which captured the bliss of his expiry in her moment of triumph would look down on the following day, compounded an erotic. You might as well claim it too.”He smiled and with one quick motion I was in his arms being carried up to his loft. He climbed up the stairs with ease never looking away from my eyes.“I'll apologize now, baby doll” he said quietly as he reached the landing and turned to head towards his bed.“It's alright” I nervously giggled, the only response that could come to my mind.He laid me gently down and leaned over me trying to quickly and gently remove all of my clothes. The jeans and shirt came off.