She was moaning and grinding back against his face, Getting close to orgasm again. This could not be allowed yet. He pulled back away and she let out ... frustrated cry and he asked,"How badly does my slave want to be fucked?" She moaned and said, "Please fuck me Sir. Please master. " He then took his cock in hand and began to rub the head against her pussy, and into her slit, She tried to push back on him but he slapped her ass again harder than ever. He slapped her ass, and then again, "Beg for. She laid there like she was asleep. Her hair was black as her outfit. Her skin was blemish free and so soft to the touch. Her tits were gargantuan and had to be well over double Ds. Each nipple had a gold ring threw it and I found another such ring threw her clit also she had no pubic hair and no trace of ever having any.Then I saw something coiled up next to her leg. I quickly examined this and figured it was a whip, but part of it went under her leg and it look like it might be plugging her. It was covered with lace and beads, and tiny white bows around the hem and neckline.Carelessly I lifted the dress from the box and removed the crumple paper inside the sleeves. With shaking hands I put the dress on, along with the sheer wedding veil. Standing in front of the mirror wearing the wedding gown and blonde wig Mrs. Jennings owned, I imagined myself walking down the isle and being seen by hundreds of people. The excitement of the moment was too much, and I slipped out of the dress and. I almost smiled looking at how terrified he was.“Is that enough, son,” called Sam from the dining room, “if not she can give you a blow-job.”“I-i-its p-p-plenty, Sir,” called back the young lad, “m-m-more than enough. Have a nice day.”With that he turned tail, ran down the driveway, jumped onto his moped and sped off. In the end I could do nothing but laugh at his actions as I turned and headed back to the dining room. I was told to kneel next to Sam’s chair and offer him the two boxes. Why.