”“I know it’s hard to believe.”I was a bridesmaid at her wedding. The hen party was a riot and we barely made the church the following mornin.... As I adjusted her dress when she got out of the wedding car she said, “Christ, I think I am going to vomit.”“Must have been something you ate,” I said. Laughter, the best cure for nausea and nerves. We managed to get through the ceremony and reception. She called me a few days after returning from her honeymoon. It was a call mainly to thank me. There already to go and he won't be here for another 3 hours, time goes so slow when anticipating the night.At last it was time to dress, the hose feels so nice caressing my legs, I can't help but rub them, but not to much as I might not be able to contain myself, don't want to stain my clothes. There the blouse is on, push up my breasts and fluff the blouse, dawn the heels wellah. Girl you look hotter than hot.The door bell rings and I become so nervous that I'm trembling, but I answer the. She was moaning and crying out. I continued fucking her until she screamed out and went limp. I pulled the dildo from her. Her juices were dripping from it and around her cunt, they were frothy from the treatment she just had and I held it front of her mouth and ordered her to lick it clean. “Did you enjoy that?” I asked. “You may speak.” “Oh yes, Master,” she replied, “when I felt the size of that dildo I didn’t think I would be able to handle it at first, but, when I got used to it, it felt. I sat up and then heard the shower running and her singing to the radio. She hadn't heard the phone ring. Maybe that was a good thing. I dropped back down on the bed and must have dozed off.A sudden noise next to the bed woke me and I reacted by jumping up and grabbing the person that was leaning over me. I grabbed them in an arm lock around the throat and put them on the floor, flipping myself over and on top, my knee on their chest, left hand on the throat and right hand raised for a strike..