Amen.”He then placed the ring on my right ring finger, retrieved the gold ring from the acolyte, held it over Elizaveta’s head, and prayed three t...mes:“The handmaid of God, Elizaveta Viktorovna, is betrothed to the servant of God, Michael Petrovich, in the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.”I was wearing Elizaveta’s ring, and she mine, and Father stepped back so that Mr. and Mrs. Sokolov could stand before us. They each removed our rings and transferred them to. She wasn't staring in arousal. She was simply making sure I didn't piss all over the bed. I cringed, hoping that she hadn't noticed the twitch, and concentrated on trying to pee. I realised in horror that I was no longer flaccid, however. My cock was growing. I stared into the far corner of the room, concentrating, trying to force away the arousal and the thoughts that were on my mind, thoughts of her hand on my cock and my mouth kissing her soft lips. I felt her adjust the position of the jug. "So, here we are." Joe said, nervously."Yes." I answered.'It's your dime. Say something.' I thought.I sipped my coffee and decided to take matters into my own hands, so to speak. "So, do you hang out at the club often?" Not really." He replied. "I actually just moved into the area and a co-worker told me about the club. I saw you and said to myself; 'I gotta meet that girl!'"I smiled embarrassed.He continued. "And I did."He smiled back, reaching out for my hand. I didn't give it. He pulled. "We all laughed, and then Billy and I sat down and looked over the menu. We placed our orders and settled back into some light conversation, when a guy walked up to the table. I had seen him before. He was a little weasel, who thought he was a lady's man."Hey Babe, don't ya think this boy's a little small? I say throw him back and come sit with a real man; maybe we can get to know each other a whole lot better." That boy as you call him is a whole lot more of a man than you'll ever be," I.