Faisal (with a smile): Sure, sure. I was just making sure the stage is properly set for your daughter’s wedding. By the way, she looks beautiful. No...doubt she is your daughter, she looks just like you.Mom (furiously): How dare you lay eyes on my daughter, get out of here.Mom told me to go inside the house.Faisal (looking at me and then my mom): Haha, I was just kidding.After that, I was secretly watching his actions. He was such a lazy guy. He just stood there to disturb others and talk. My cum flooded her mouth in three large blasts, white cream leaking out the sides her mouth as she struggled to swallow my huge load. Finally she released my cock, smiling happily."Thanks big bro," she cooed. "You fed my mouth, but my other lips are hungry, too. Down here." Her hands reached down and ran through her sticky slit, coming away with a mix of our cums. "My poor little pussy needs to be fed, too."I smiled and let her push me back onto the couch as Antsy straddled my hips. My cock was. Then I felt a tugging on my belt as they did something with the white pieces of leather I had seen for just an instant.“No, No, Nooo!” holly screamed and I felt her pull hard trying to get out of whatever was holding her. All she did was drag me across the floor with her.Mistress Gloria... and all of the Masters and Mistresses present... began laughing. “The bride’s belt is white,” Mistress Gloria said gleefully. “The groom’s belt is black.”Mistress Sam added loudly, “And the time locks on. ”Amelia steps in closer, reaching to the sides of Emma’s face. She bends in and kisses her gently. The kiss deepens as Emma kisses back. They kiss each other on the lips, cheeks, nose and eyes. Emma begins nuzzling and kissing Amelia’s neck then gently sucking on it, careful not to leave any marks—she is a top model after all. Amelia sighs at the sensation. Her hands begin to roam more freely and she soon has one hand on Emma’s ass, squeezing and pulling their hips closer together.They begin to.