She’d reluctantly gone with them, but had been surprised at how much effort her parents had put forth to show they’d changed. On that Sunday morni...g they told her that they’d be going to church, but she was welcome to stay at the hotel. She’d decided since they had been so accommodating, she’d go with them. Once inside the church building she suddenly found herself bound, gagged, and standing next to a man she had never seen. Seconds later she realized it was a wedding, her wedding. She tried. I just had to please myself that moment, so I put some video of a black cock jerking off and I mastrubated on that video and came very hard and spread my hot pussy cum all over. Later that night, I finished up my work and wen't home.Next day, before I went to work I got a reply from that site saying: "When do you want your package to come?" and I gave them my company's adress and hour...I wrote down that coming to me at 11pm wouldn't be so bad. Then I left for work.Again I was working my ass of. Having shot my load I continued to watch and, after he'd come I was rewarded with the sight of the girls tits as she sat back in her seat.The bloke then lent over and started to kiss her and grope her tits. I watched as his hand went down her body, he obviously started to play with her cunt, but I couldn't see that far down, I watched until she'd been given her orgasm, then they straightened their clothes and drove away. I looked around, most of the cars had left by then, I glanced at my watch. I remembered a voice sometime in the past telling me, “The second place memory resides is in neural pathways outside the brain. We call that muscle memory, though that isn’t really it. Everything originates in the brain, but some of the pathways that control muscle movement are more ingrained than the memories of events. It’s what you’ve trained your body to do.” I couldn’t remember learning to play the guitar but I could remember playing. My fingers moved of their own accord. Until I started.