Nervously I stepped inside. Maureen wasseated at the vanity making final adjustments to her hair. She turnedas she heard me come in and her mouth lite...ally dropped. "But you lookso feminine" she gasped, "I don't think I would have recognised you inthe street." "Are you sure you can cope with this?" I enquired. "Onlyif it is going to be too much for you, I can go to the ceremony on myown." "No I'll manage" Maureen finally managed to blurt out. "I won'tpretend I am happy about the way you look,. Thinking about tomorrow had her hornier than ever. Shestill resolved to stay away tonight, but she didn’t getan urge to step outside for some fresh air. She grabbedJohn’s white tee shirt that she used as a nighty. Herbreasts stretched out the top and the hem stopped at midthigh. Wearing only that, she stepped outside for amoment.Two things surprised her as the night air hit her. Thefirst was that Grant was passed out on the picnic table.He actually had the empty bottle of tequila. You continue to torture her clit, now pinching and pulling at it with f***e. Hurting her, then pleasuring her, so the pain and the pleasure mix, slowly driving her wild. Ever so slowly you sink your enormous cock into her still dripping pussy. Her moans cannot be contained, she is in pure ecstasy. You continue to fuck her from behind, one hand on her clit, the other on her breasts, tweaking and pinching her nipples. Her breath is quickening and you can tell from her movements she is getting. ” She smiles down at me and squeezes in such a way that my vision goes blurry and I hit a new level of arousal…but am somehow no closer to release. “That means I want to mark you pet. Will you consent to being marked permanently?”Somehow sanity gets the better of me, or perhaps stupidity, and I ask her “How? Or what?”I can say no more though as she squeezes hard and the arousal becomes pain, which is somehow excrutiating but still arousing.“Does it matter how pet? You are mine.” She says this.