It had been firmly decided that I would indeed marry them both in a joint ceremony, but that for legal purposes Lindsey would be the 1st and senior wi...e of legal record. Lindsey would have to resign from the Secret Service, obviously, and she would move here with us. For now we would all move into Marsha's small house, being much better than my apartment.Both wanted children, and almost immediately. Due to the declining health of her parents we agreed to make it a priority for Lindsey to get a. While I was out, somebody had obviously had a real go at me as my face was all made up like a pretty girl, with mascara, eyeshadow, blusher and bright red lipstick. I had a long, blonde wig on my head. In fact, looking in the picture I saw exactly what they were describing, a hot, dirty slut. It was made all the more worse by the fact that my face was streaked with bits of glistening wet cum from all the other cocks.At this point, blushing crimson with shame, I noticed in the picture that it. “Very nice.” You say. You put your hand onto my mound and slide it between my legs, feeling my wet panties. You slide the sides of my panties together and move them in between my pussy lips, exposing my newly shaved pussy. I can tell by the look on your face that this new look pleases you. You tug on the front on my panties to pull them up higher into my pussy. It is rough but feels good. You stand back to inspect the new look and smile. I definitely feel like an object for your viewing. I grimaced as I tore at the hard jerky. It was so salty, drying my mouth out with every bite.“Angela,” Xera reported, half a stalk of grass sticking out of her mouth. The elf could just eat the greens growing along the side of the road. “They are gaining on us. We were an hour ahead, but I say it's now forty-five minutes.”“How?” Angela groaned, looking over her shoulder. “If they are pushing their horses faster than us, they should be collapsing. They're all wearing armor.”“Well, they do have.