My high heels where the right height as it bought me to eye level with Pierre, who is as tall as the groom.We took photos of us in a variety of poses ...nd even over the hubbub of talking I could just hear Pierre taking deep breaths, as he smelt me. He was made to stand close with his arms around me and move in different directions to see if the dress would stay up and my breasts maintain their position.Soon the photos were done and the photographer was going home to run them through her computer. They proceeded to a small examining room where the attractive young blond told her in an authoritative voice,"Strip it all off, Mrs. Murphy, and hop up on the paper sheet."The removal of all of her clothing under the watchful eye of the pony-tailed girl wearing the stern-looking black framed glasses was not distasteful, but the placement of her less-than-perfect body on top of the paper was an experience that caused her to laugh at her own ineptness.The girl instructed her to recline on her. Monika already started rubbing her legs against each other, she was so wet down there that she had to rub herself to control.But Nicholas continued sucking her nipples in turn, making them turn red. She just laid there and moaned and wriggled while Nicholas slowly put his hand on her pussy and started rubbing it. She removed the panties from over her pussy and started rubbing his hand on it. “Annnnnhhhhhhhh… ohhhhhhhh.. ” she started moaning harder as Nicholas started rubbing her even. The realization that Jessie knew me as Amanda and would never see me that way again may have been part of that feeling. It may have also been that I care more about what someone who knows me thinks of me then I would someone I may never see again.“No, Sir, Mr. Jerry took it out and didn’t put it back in,” I replied passively. I tried not to scowl or grit my teeth. I hoped I appeared contrite.“Were you unable to squat over your plug and sit down on it to get it back up your ass where it.