While they were taking their places around the track, I ran over to get a drink. Coach Dunavant and Coach Lacefield were waiting for me.“We knew you...could do it, Dalton! What you just did, showed the world that Coach Miller was correct in his predictions for you last December!” Coach Dunavant told me as he grabbed me.Coach Lacefield grabbed me next, “Outlaw, you ran away from every high school runner in the world with that record. You’re only .31 of a second off Usain Bolt’s Olympic record of. But she wanted to let you know about this before marriage” I was stunned to hear this and looked at Swati. She smiled at me and nodded her head. I was feeling glad that she liked me. And then Juile continued with a naughty accent, “Now that there can’t be any relationship between you both, we have decided to have some fun with you.” I was again puzzled as I was continuously staring at Swati’s shy filled face. I asked what she was talking about. She said, “We thought we could have bachelorette. My heart pounding, I reached forward and pulled down her panties, revealing the blunt, flesh-coloured end of the butt-plug that had been stuffed inside my new wife's asshole since early that morning. The knowledge that this wicked toy had been stretching her ring throughout the ceremony and the reception afterward had been exquisite torture all day long.I knelt behind her and, one hand on her hips to hold her in place, I slowly withdrew the plug - four thick, stubby inches of phallic plastic. ..Gerald's cock twitched a bit, guessing that Mandy - in a context like this - would have absolutely no problem with the dare. He also guessed that Sarah - true to form - revealed as little information as possible when it suited her purposes. She knew how to play her husband like a violin...Gerald resisted asking about Mandy, not wanting to jeopardize his participation in the game with any unnecessary communication.Sarah updated Gerald.Stephanie'sturn! She'stakingtruth.Mandyasked ifshe hasany.