When she reached the couch I was lounging on she got up onto her knees and handed me some papers. I glanced down at what I was holding, and Sex Slave ...ontract was in black letters at the top of the page. Did you sign it little girl, I asked her. She nodded her head yes, and I motioned her attention to my pussy...and she got back on her hands and knees and crawled where she was told. She licked my upper thigh, sending chills down my legs. I felt my panties being pulled down and quickly. One side held a daguerreotype image of the girl, the other the intricately printed form that identified her as an accredited member of the event service team. Security for the marriage was understandably tight. Members of the Household Cavalry were in attendance in ceremonial uniform but there were others there too, checking passes and tickets, opening bags, searching anyone that appeared in the least suspicious. The girl's pass seemed completely in order. Things were exactly as I had. Lynette gave her sister a quick, angry look. "Just an old family joke,"she said with a giggle. "We're just so glad you're going to help." How do you want us?" Stan asked, then quickly added, "to help?"Lynette pointed at the racks and shelves of intimate apparel. "Why don'tyou each pick out a set of clothes that you think are particularly... niceand bring them back to us?" And you'll wear them for us?" Jack asked eagerly."They'll be modeled, don't worry," Giselle told them."But we don't know. On any normal day, I probably would've shook it off and not said anything, but being as drunk as I was I smiled and thanked him and asked him if he really liked it. I don't know what got into me but I'm guessing it was probably all the booze. He told me that I looked amazing and that he had never seen me dressed up like that before. I laughed and told him that the only reason he liked it was because my tits were popping out of my top. He agreed and we both laughed about it and then stood there.