We'd be wearingwedding dresses for brides or bridesmaids. It all seemed like a good ideaat the time; the booze had helped us form that conclusion. So ...id themarijuana.The doorbell rang. A shout from the kitchen. "Derek or I mean Darlene,they're here," Karen, my tolerant wife shouted. The doorbell rang again. Iheard her race to get it. I heard chatter and shrieks. I heard a fewlaughs. It sounded like everyone had shown up at the same time.I stared at my reflection in the mirror. Is this the. It only illuminated it.Jennifer listened helplessly as the maid went about her chores. Wiping things, changing things, making sure that everything was as new and fresh as the day Alex and her had checked in. It seemed to her that the maid was purposefully slowly in her work, but in reality, Katrina was working as fast as she could, glancing at the bound woman and fantasizing what it would be like with ropes around her."Now, dear lady," Katrina said, "I need to take care of this bed."'She. "She ... She spanked me ... master."Dave looked at Molly questioningly for a second and then went over to her. "Why did she spank you?" Master, the first time it was because I didn't call her mistress. The second time it was because mistress wasn't the first and last words out of my mouth and the third time was because I spoke without being spoken too first." There was a pause and then Molly added, "master."Dave smiled. "Well, I guess you'll learn to do as you're supposed to." Master, she. Someone tapped on Stephanie’s shoulder and she turned around. It was Beckah in a black mini skirt, a black tank top, and black high heeled boots. Stephanie was shocked at the beauty in front of her. Since Beckah was serving drinks behind the counter, Stephanie could not get a good look at Beckah until now. In front of her was the sexiest sight that Stephanie ever saw. A woman with at least D cup breasts and a flat stomach and a firm butt with toned thighs stood in front of her. Stephanie.