She took out her formal black jacket, then kept it on the adjacent passenger seat. Jenny untucked her yellow shirt out of the tight formal skirt. Then...pulled it up till her midriff.Her flawless dusky brown skin glistened. The right hand could easily slither into her shirt. Her fingers felt the strap of her black padded bra on her back. Swiftly she unstrapped it and pulled her hand out. Now all she had to do was pull it out from the neck of her shirt.Quickly unbuttoning the first two buttons of. Her gaze lingered there for a moment then our eyes met.She motioned to sit next to her. I sat. She knelt between my legs. She started licking up and down my throbbing pole. Her small hands worked up and down my hard pulsing sex. Her face and body was dwarfed by my legs, naked torso and massive cock. She tasted my big cockhead and somehow it fit into her wet mouth. She was good. I felt her tongue on my sensitive underside. Her lips worked tightly and her suction was incredible. I thrust my hips. Finally as the heavens opened and the rain poured down I stumbled home, feeling dejected and insecure. And there he was, standing in my doorway, waiting. He turned toward me as I walked toward him, and without speaking he pulled me to him, his lips finally finding mine as the rain soaked through to our skin. We stood like that for what felt like forever, exploring each other. As our lips parted we stood gazing at each other and finally he started to speak. “I had to know baby, and this seemed. When we get home this evening, I’ll wear the dress and you will be tied up. Tomorrow evening you’ll wear the dress and you will be tied up, again.”My eyes opened wide. Jane laughed at me. “That’s settled. Let’s change the subject. Who do you think will run today’s marriage? Who will be the dominant partner, Brian or Chloe? Want to bet on it?”“No bets. You and I know who will do the tying up and who will be the dominant partner.”“Chloe,” we said together.“But Brian won’t wear her wedding dress,”.