It had a strange feel, but a very good taste, so I continued to move up and down the shaft, while still wanking the lower part with my hand. “Thats ... good boy,” I heard Luke say but it was more of a distant echo. I was so focused on my task, so uptaken in what I was doing that I did not even notice what Alex was doing behind my back. At first I felt some wetness between my asscheeks, but suddenly I felt something touching me there and then penetrating me. I almost gagged because of that, but. Sister Martha has even got a wig for your head." She pulled a wig over my head and tucked my own hair, now stringy and coarse, under it. She stood back to examine me. "And let's see. What make-up can we try? You will need some makeup to improve your ugly face, if that's possible. Sister Martha? I have to leave now. But I leave this wretched girl in your hands. Be sure you treat her as I ordered."Mrs. Braithwaite bowed slightly. "I will do as you said, Lady Dierdre." She grimaced as Dierdre. After dinner we retired to the living room and settled into our favourite chairs. I knew there was something bothering the bride-to-be but twenty-eight years as a cop had taught me to wait for people to be ready to talk. There are exceptions, usually a life-or-death situation, and this wasn't it. So I waited. 'Dad, are you really okay with this wedding? I mean, it's not like Eddie's or Barbara's.' 'How so?' 'Well, for starters...' 'Kris, do you love Sam?' 'Yes!' 'Do you want to be Mrs. Flood?'. After they had shared some kisses and more hugs, they made their way back to the group. Bags were being emptied and cloths distributed amongst them. Sara had opened her Box and passed a bag with each of the girl’s names on it. In the bags were a couple of the latest collection’s swimwear and 4-5 sets of lingerie.“These are our latest designs and Chrissy and I have been deciding what would look best on each of you,” Sara was explaining. “We have made judgements on your sizes but most of you.