?She replaced the gown on her shouldersand rearranged its folds around her scratched ankles.? She fumbled with the clasp at the back of her head but ...otthe gag off.? She drank from the sinkthirstily while the gag hung from her neck. She combed out her long hair as best she could with herfingers.? She was able to get most of thetangles out. Looking in the mirror, she saw a perverted image of thatbeautiful glowing bride she had seen earlier that day.? Her eyeliner had streamed down her face. . Right now I wouldtake anything, do anything for a release, and my fantasies are leavingthe realm of sanity and become truly bizarre...The touch of fingers on my sheer stocking-clad legs is electrifying, andI almost loose my footing, as they slowly travel up my straining calves,knees, caress my thigh, slowly approaching the hem of my short blackdress, reaching under it, caressing my naked butt and traveling back downto my shiny round-toe black pumps, perched precautiously on two waist-high. "Where do you think?" I said. My voice fell deep before my smile rose. I reached down and tugged at the hem of her panties till they parted the lips of her pussy, until she rose to her tip-toes, until I heard them begin to rip. Her hands found their way to my biceps and gripped them hard for balance. I tugged harder on her underwear and she yelped, digging her nails into my arms as I drew the torn garment wet from between her lips.I traced them slowly up her torso as though I was drawing her -. At the mention of another man, Lacie screwed up her face, scrunching up her features as if she’d just bitten into a sour lemon. ‘Other guy? What will you be doing?’ Lacie asked, playfully smacking him on the shoulder. ‘Hopefully paying attention to what he needs to be doing and not getting too drunk.’ Tara mumbled around the tape measure she had folded between her teeth as she measured Claire. ‘Oh, come on. You know I never drink off the grounds.’ Master nudged Lacie with an elbow. ‘Makes me.