Brenda felt a drop of cum drip from her nose and she started to reach up. She stopped herself, remembering she couldn't wipe her face. She picked up t...e soiled towel and began to wipe her body. She knew she must be a sight. Sweat, drool and cum were everywhere. Her cunt and inner thighs were soaked. Cum was still dripping off her face onto her tits. The towel was so wet she wasn't sure if she was really cleaning herself or just smearing everything around. Brenda knew she had to get going. She. Brenda Moore and Miss Tammy Peterson in a female led marriage. Brenda haswritten the wedding vows and has inserted many points of symbolism thatwill become an important part and symbol for this union. Tammy will beunable t o speak very soon and to acknowledge acceptance on his part hewill curtsey to me then Brenda and then turn and curtsey to all of you aswitness to his agreement of this contractual marriage to Brenda and fullacceptance of the terms so stated by her. We will now begin.Miss. When I arrived at the airport the limousine service brought me out to Arthur's gated estate. We went through the two armed security checkpoints. At the second checkpoint I got out of the limo and sent the driver on his way intending to walk the 1000 yards or so to the main house carrying my waxed canvas duffle bag. I had not seen or talked to Maud since her Tribunal. We had much to talk about and I was still curious to find out how long her hair was among other things. Assuming that Arthur. Even through the thick smell of nature, his spicy scent filled her lungs as she looked up at him. ‘Our secret,’ he spoke in a husky voice. With her heart beating loudly in her ears, she almost didn’t hear him. ‘I really like you.’ She gulped and whispered back, almost inaudibly, ‘I like you, too.’ ‘And I want you so much.’ He growled as his lips descended on hers. Her eyes closed as he kissed her roughly, pushing her head to lean back against the tree. She heard the rustle of leaves as he.