?I might cum in that pretty mouth of yours, I might not. Whatever the case, if you quit sucking my dick even once tonight, I’m gonna torture you ‘...il you wish you were dead.?Molly swallowed hard and looked at Jenna. The time for resilience had long since passed, as evinced by the tears that welled in her best friend’s eyes. Only twelve hours prior, she and Jenna had been sitting at the lunch table in her High School, gossiping and giggling without a care in the world, and here they were: Jenna. The actual marriage began around midnight, per tradition of the bride's family. They thought it gave good fortune if the bond between two people was strengthened during the darkest hour, when the Gods could pay their full attention to what was happening down on earth, right there in the large town of Yogsta. No matter the case, the festivities had already begun long before the sun started going down. And before long, the sun had been replaced by the heavenly moon, as if granting the wedding its. Cotton was ricked in the field, which meant it was dumped into a hopper and stomped into long loosely packed rectangular bales. Trucks made the rounds of the farms on a circuit, throughout the day, picking up ricks of cotton that were tagged with the owner’s information, until the truck was full. Then it was driven to the gin. The number of trucks needed varied, so permanent drivers were not hired. Mostly, whoever was free at the moment drove the trucks.Currently, the weather was good, so no. Michael wished to be here but as you might imagine, my daughter Dee'rah is in no mood at this time to allow him out of her sight or to indulge his further involvement in deadly games, as she terms it. We must give her time to reconcile her feelings," Jon'a-ren explained."I must say that my own wife is of a similar mood. We all know how close we came to losing Michael. The fact that he's now healed and as near to normal as could be hoped, matters little. All they see is how nearly they lost.