He lifted up my wedding dress revealing my white stockings and panties. I begged him to fuck me like a whore and told him I needed his Muslim seed. He...wasted no time in pulling my panties down to my ankles and shoving his cock in my soon to be married white pussy. He hammered away at my pussy whilst degrading me. “Filthy white bitch, getting rough fucked by Paki cock in your wedding dress while your husband waits at the church eh”? He repeated it and this time demanded that I answer him. “I. "I thought I heard you two bickering like old ladies." He said, smiling. He had his bow in hand and an arrow knocked.Another flare fired into the air, illuminating the fog eerily as it sparked in the sky to sun-brightness."You brought the apprentices?" Harlen asked, as a handful of youths and one young girl emerged behind Trevir, from the dense fog.Tammer chuckled. "Trevir wouldn't accept no. And when he came, the others came, too." He replied. "They're huntsmen, Harlen, don't expect them to. .. how old are you now?" I'm sixteen." I kind of clenched my teeth the way I do when I'm lying my butt off. "I'm almost 17 though." I'd turned 16 barely two months before."Well, you know this ... position, requires some..." he bobbed his head from side to side, " ... rather unusual ... skills." Oh, right," I agreed. "I know and I'm ... well ... I can learn. I'm very smart and I'm a hard worker. I promise!" I'm sure you are, Lisa," he chuckled. "When can you start?" Oh!" I felt my heart thumping. Katie was pleasantly surprised when her dominatrix removed her clothes and hopped in the shower with her. The captor guided the girl’s head down to her pussy and allowed her slave to eat her out as she washed herself.Once they were both clean and dry, the woman took her captive back to her cell and left her there by herself.The dominatrix thought long and hard about what to do with her slave. She loved the girl, but the reality was that she couldn’t keep her, and she couldn’t risk someone.