As he stood there he raised his right leg and attempted to put thetights on like a pair of pants. "Dang, these things are tight!" hethought. "How in t...e world do you put these on?" Try as he might, hecould not his leg to fit through the stretchy fabric."Mom, how the heck do you put those tights on? I think you got them toosmall!" Jessie yelled out his bedroom door."Roll the legs up one at a time bunching them up in your hand. Then putone foot in and then the other and pull them up. Try sitting. "He kissed her warmly again and said, "You're right. And I have one in my arms right now. Please say yes, Jan. Will you marry me? Now?"She hugged him tightly and kissed him. Again, she could feel her knees turn to water as he returned her kiss. When he squeezed her body to his, he delighted in the warm, happy noises coming from deep in her throat. She leaned back and said, "Pete, I will. There's one condition, though: You have to agree to do whatever I ask between now and the wedding." She saw. She has never been treated so by her husband Roshan. He was only average in bed, and she was never satisfied with him. She wanted more. Believe me readers, if you get a wife like her, you will forget everything in this world other than the idea if fucking her hard every minute of your remaining days. Her body was so tempting.“You heard me bitch” He slapped her boobs again making it more red. “Squeeze my tool with that big mangoes of yours”.He pinched her nipple so hard and kept on pinching. I kissed her face several times as I thrust deeper inside her gash on each stroke. I caressed her sore buttocks for a little while, rubbing them to ease the pain of my smacks before landing more of them on her reddened tush. I humped her for even more strokes while still kissing her face, even stroking her hair.“Look at me. You are not a virgin anymore, if you still were. You are not suitable for marriage under the laws and customs of Westeros, but so be it. You are mine now. A hostage, if you.