Justine stood staring at her phone, she couldn't believe it; the bastard wanted her to act like a slut, to suck the cock of a complete stranger. She s...anned the bar again but there was no way of knowing who the voice belonged to but she knew she was being watched. She wouldn't do it, she couldn't do it, but then she knew she had no choice, she couldn't let any harm come to her husband. Steeling herself she tucked the phone back into her knickers and looked over at Brian, he seemed nice and he. Wo ab mere lund ko lekar chusne lagi aur mera pura ras apne muh me le lia. Usne honey rakha tha sath me. Aur usse mere lund par lagakr chaatne lagi. Jab usne pura lund chaat lia ache se tab baari aati meri. Mai uski clitoris par aa gya. Aur uske daane ko masalne laga. Wo paagal si ho gyi. Bolne lagi. Jaldi daal bhosdike. Nahi to mai mar jaungi. Jaldi daal. Ab raha niijata. “Ummmmm. . . . Ummm. . . Ohhh. . . Mar jaungi re. . Jaldi daal bhosdike. . . ”Maine socha aur maja du usse. Alni jeebh. "Close your eyes. And you are not to move, or say a word, no matter what happens." Tia told her, and Jamie looked at her. Tia just pointed back at her. "Do it." She said. Jamie grumbled under her breath a bit, but did so anyway. She almost jumped out of her skin, when she felt Tia's fingers on her foot. Now it wasn't a bad feeling, but Jamie tried her best not to laugh, or twitch, or do anything, as per Tia's orders."You're ticklish?" Tia asked, as she slowly traced her finger down Jamie's. It was an odd and fortunate turn of events that allowed the wedding to take place. Ordinarily it would not be that odd to marry the woman you love. However, on Tania most things you take for granted about weddings and relationships are unheard of here. However it happened or why it did was little concern to me at the moment, I was simply happy that it was happening at all! The church that I was standing in was a fine church, though not as tall or elaborate as some of the churches back in.