I looked through my closet where I kept all my lingerie. I wanted something that said sexy, yet not slutty, sweet but not too innocent. I decided on m... light blue silk lingerie with pink accent bows to make it sweet. I had matching garters and white thigh highs. I decided not to wear any panties to surprise him. I looked in the mirror starring at how I looked. I didn’t have any issues with myself except for the fact that I was only 4’11. The rest of me I could settle for. I had a 34 D breasts. Before I can react he’s binding my other wrist so that they’re tightly secured at my sides. I freeze completely as he gives me a little smile and secures each of my ankles to my thighs so I’m wide open for him. He tells me it’s time for him to collect payment and begins to grope my tits. He squeezes hard and hungrily sucks and nibbles my nipples with complete disregard for my discomfort. At first I feel panicked and freeze, but it feels so good that those feelings subside. He does whatever he. Camille, one of the hotter women I was with commended me on my willingness to spend hours between her legs, using the tips and training regimens of a cunnilinguist that I’d learned from Mistress Unity. ?You are such a generous guy, you sure you don’t want me to blow you??And I had to bite my tongue and say no! But now and then I would slip up, and Unity would notice when my penis wasn’t at its desperation point. Or sometimes she would call me, and have me masturbate myself without release for. Now fuck me. Give me your baby!’ I think I may have done just that. My being divorced meant it would not be possible to get married in Church. Ally had no problem with that, but Richard Ewing did. For one he was not happy about me as the intended husband, and if his daughter would not listen to reason and determined to marry me, it had to be in Church and a big production number befitting his position in the community. Ally eventually told him he had a choice, either accept our plans or she.