At the front of it was the women who had not been good enough for Thorin to marry and behind them would've usually been the bride's trusted ladies in ...aiting. Oddly enough that spot was empty save for a box two young male dwarves carried slung between them. Then right behind them was the bride to be herself, a smug look of victory on her face as she passed the crowd of onlookers.The ceremony began with the dwarf woman presenting her gift to her groom, the Arkenstone was handed to Thorin who. I was wearing a shirt and shorts as was my usual habit.As we rode, our guide introduced our driver, Marilyn, and himself, Isaac, to us and received our names in turn. He then turned to explaining the trip we would take and what we could expect to see.We went through some historic buildings and then headed for lunch. Both our guide and our driver had become comfortable with us and, at my invitation, would join us for lunch. We had a private dining room at the restaurant.I noticed as we went into. ''The young black boy was holding my heavy breasts, kissing my soft breasts and fingering my pussy, orgasms were racking me one after another.''You a dirty slut ain't ya bitch? If your husband was here who would you rather be fingering your tight pussy and sucking your big titts, me or him, tell me bitch?''''Please Jerome, no, No please don't be so mean, please, don't ask me that, please its so dirty?''''Tell me ho, tell me how big a slut you is?''''Oh Jerome, Please no, no. Oh, Ohhh, God it. One had not been desired in that manner for a long time… a long time. Years, maybe. He fulfilled a need that had lain dormant, a genie trapped in the pit of my stomach. And once released, there was no putting it back in the bottle. Couldn't have been more than a minute before my first orgasm crashed onto his firm tongue."Across the room, Rebecca re-crossed her legs for what felt like the fortieth time, well aware of her own wetness drizzling into her knickers. She squeezed and released her.