As time went on, both Holly and her maid of honor seemed to be nowhere tobe found, and then some of the other bridesmaids turned quite chatty,having c...mpleted their much simpler tasks. It was quite obvious he'd beenassigned the more tedious work that the older girls wanted no part of, ashe'd been certainly put in his place as the younger girl they could pilethe shit work on.While their abuse was just as much initiation, being forced to prove he'dbe a loyal servant as one of Holly's fill in. We covered important topics like baseball and football, and then discussed our occupations. Both Bill and I were surprised to hear that one of the fellows, Jack Andrews, was an executive for Wegmans. Our wives were also employed by that company, but worked in Scranton. Jack worked out of Mechanicsburg."You two are from northeast Pennsylvania, by Scranton, aren't you?" quizzed Jack. "I attended a company meeting in Syracuse a few weeks ago and ran into a blonde bombshell from the Scranton. Especially since Sir Colin and Lord Xavier had tumbled unannounced into his lap. ‘Through the door Sir Colin.’ Sir Marcus looked to the sky wondering if it would do him the pleasure of sending a torrential rain. Sir Marcus knocked giving Taylor a chance to wipe her tears. ‘Sir Colin is here to see you Taylor.’ They all entered the room, and Taylor looked wide-eyed to Sir Marcus wishing he would say something or do something to reassure her. She trembled wondering what was going to happen. Sir. And as we would stand there in our thong on my end and boxers on his, we could do nothing but lunge at each other. It was all grabbing and rubbing and kissing and biting. We needed each other more than anything else. He would throw me on his bed at this point and rip off my thong. He would slowly kiss me from a long, hot, lingering suck on my bottom lip; to my neck on the sweet spot that always gets me; to each nipple, sucking each one forward, causing a small moan to escape my lips; then down.