She threatened to kill her groom right in the chapel, but finally the pressure from all sides made her relent.She would never forget the first private...words her husband said to her in the coach after the wedding.“Well, you’ve got your will, you scheming little bitch. But you’ll regret this. You’re my wife now, and I’ll make you pay for this!”Stunned, Harriet had replied, “Do you honestly believe that I married you out of free will? Are you utterly out of your wits? I wanted my father to kill. Of course, she dressed like she was going to the best club around the world, high heels, stockings and a short black dress – I was wearing a white t-shirt and jeans :). My wife prepared some food, we were drinking wine and catching up the last years. The evening was simply great, we had a great time even if nothing special happened. Of course, at some point we all got a little drunk and started talking about our sex lives. When Alina was telling us story’s and things that happened in the last. As with the base of my dick it felt as though the breathing tube had tightened in a gripping ring around the sensitive base of my swollen glans. I suddenly, desperately needed to spunk. the slaves tongue was licking the end of my dick like a lolly pop & her tongue was working it's way into my sensitive pee hole, lapping at the pre-cum being pulled out of me by the suction. I was arching my back, my throbbing erection a bar of burning iron inside the breathing tube - lost to everything but the. Craig picked up a tiny little g-string from his desk and grinned. If he thinks I'll be discomfited because of the brevity of the tiny garment he's holding out to me he's mistaken. I'm nervous as hell about parading around out there nearly naked. But that's because I'm a young woman with nearly two decades of modesty conditioning to overcome. The excitement I feel far outweighs the nervousness.I smiled, took the g-string from him and listened as he talked to his partner about the woman changing.