" Yes, mistress." She slipped her wedding band onto my little cock down to its base. I felt it become almost unbearably hot. Burning tingles rocked my...body. It felt as if my brain was being sucked out my head with a seething hot vacuum. My eyes rolled back and my body involuntarily tensed up. If there was any resistance still in me at that point I knew that it was being completely taken out of me.After a few moments my body went limp then I started shaking uncontrollably. I looked down at my. She quirked her lush lips. “You know what to do.” I cocked my head, studying her expression closely, narrowing my eyes. “Tell me.” She chuckled. Did her laugh sound forced? “Eat your baby sister’s cunt.” She slid her hand down her bodice, and unlaced the corset. Her breasts sprang from their constraints, the exquisite globes resting easily upon her chest. Her fingers worked the lacing down further, revealing the shadows of a physique she’d developed from years of training. The corset slid off. Not just with me, but with perhaps clients or friends of mine.“I understand darling,” I told her, “Now I want you to tell me something that men don't usually want to know about their women.”“Yes sir, what is it?” she asked, then quickly returned to sucking me.“How many men have you sucked off darling? I know it must be a lot, and I love that, but I'd love to know how many,” I said.Helena giggled, smearing saliva all over her face with the head of my cock.“Come on, honey. I’m guessing it must be. Catherine's. Likewise, Jean Miller thoroughly enjoyed functioning in the role of the bride's mother. Karen, on Gabriella's insistence, was the Matron of Honor, while the new husband of hers stood as Ralph's Best Man.+ Postscript + "Oh, my! Isn't she precious?" an elderly, mid-eastern lady cheerfully beamed as she deftly maneuvered her cart into the checkout line behind Karen's. "You must be very proud of her." "Yes... yes, I am..." an extremely flattered Karen returned with a smile that.