“This is amazing wine,” he said in a dominant tone. “I’d like to drink it off that bald vagina of yours.”What he couldn’t anticipate was t...at I’d love it also. I told him that, after my dinner with Diane and Kay, I was hoping that I’d have my pussy licked tonight. “Why, are you gay?”“No, John, I'm bi,” I said, “and sometimes you need what you need when you need it.”“Follow me,” he said and carried his wine upstairs. He pointed to the bed. "Make yourself comfortable.”I removed my dress and lay. "JeanPaul is not my real name but this Frenchie woman couldn't say it and renamed me. Now everyone calls me JeanPaul. I don't mind though." A huge grin lit up his face and as soon as my feet were back on the floor he gave his partner a similar hug and playfully tossed his daughter squealing in the air a couple of times. I introduced Roger and Sumala although I guessed they already knew their names."Why is he tied to her mummy?" Alicia asked."So he does not run away and get into trouble," I. The hand stops and I relax a little. I feel the fingers curl as the hand becomes a fist. It is a strange feeling. My asshole feels incredibly full. The pressure on my prostate gland is making my cock drip pre-cum already. Just as before, the fist begins to twist and squirm, the wrist wriggling in my anal entrance, little shots of pleasure ripping through my body to my brain. If this is punishment, I want more of it.The inward push on the fist resumes as the wriggling and squirming continues. My. They both said the ceremony had been beautiful, but we had to get ready. I sighed and changed back, and Jean got my face a bit wet then wiped it off, and took me back out.Once there, they put on some more makeup, which they said was more appropriate for a wife. Then they helped me put my gown back on, and I knew it was different. I tried to ask, but they said it was my wedding gown, and we had to get going because everybody was waiting for me.There were more gasps and applause, and Fang took me.