After the wedding it was a party zone at her house. Everyone was having fun, eating and talking. It was like everyone was on d**gs. No one gave a shot...about anyone, everyone was having the best time of her life, except her. Seeing that she was alone in her room, i went in and sat with her. We got to talking and then it was like i had a password for her. Whatever i could say i would get the most revealing answer from her. After 10 minutes i realised that it was a once in a lifetime moment. She. The negligee had ribbon ties at a position right below the breast and another at the waist. A quick modification was made to cut those at the waist off. The negligees were trimmed in white lace. Stocking were include, white with white lace trim at the top. A sheer white thong that didn’t really hide our pussies if you looked close. The shoes were white, strap high heels. I was checking the clock and getting nervous. Then there was another knock on the door and I opened it with a sigh of relief.. Her knees were bending and flexing as the cock disappeared between her legs. But the real action came when the Dom reached down to turn it on and I could hear the low hum of the vibrator as it started sending waves of pleasure through the sub's body.She started to really squirm and the Dom had to hold her on her lap to keep her from falling off. Her moans turned to high pitched squeels and her legs were jerking as she spread them apart and back together as if she were trying to expel the. Henri is a good friend, and I was happy to help him out when he needed the afternoon off. Tuesdays are always very quiet. I know because I sometimes slip in for a blanc sec. This particular Tuesday was no exception with myself behind the bar, and just two other women sitting at the bar, nobody else. I assumed they worked the local hotels – you know the kind of thing, chambre avec oreiller. This is the euphemism for a room with a girl (not a pillow as the words say!). Paris at the.