” My wife should still be at work, but it would be just like karma to let her get off work early today.“You need to clean up a bit.” I saw the l...gic in her argument. She stood on wobbly legs, stripped my shirt off, and threw it in her dryer. It would probably just make it smell like pussy even worse, but at least it wouldn’t have giant wet spots. I washed my face and short hair with a wash cloth, and brushed my teeth with an extra toothbrush that she had in her cupboard. I felt as presentable. It is one of a handful of secret commandments taught only to nobles. The form of execution for this crime is extreme. Members of the court must exercise considerable caution when greeting anyone that we don't recognize immediately."She couldn't help her curiousity. "What are the other 'secret' commandments, my Lady?" Moai's question slipped out of her mouth before she even realized that she was speaking.Nervously her lady whispered in exasperation, "Your curiosity will get the better of you one. He holds my hand the whole way there. Once we get there, the butterflies start up. I wave of nerves kick in, but I swallow as much air as I can, I know I’ll be fine. Within about fifteen minutes of being there, the wedding music starts. It’s announcing us to take our seats. The Church is huge, and decked out to the max. Harris wasn't joking about his mum making it posh. He told me on the drive up, there is a beautiful set up out doors for the reception. We take our seats in the front row, on. I love it.” And with her invitation still vibrating in my ears, she rotates, pivoting on her right knee, and presents to me her round arse cheeks, her glistening pussy, and her tight, dark, puckered arsehole. Even after coming in Emma’s mouth, the sight of this beautiful pussy and round arse in front of me makes my cock start to grow again. I’m still lying on my side, next to Emma. She sits up, and watches, with a silent and erotic gaze, as I rise to a kneeling position, and move over to lick.