." She started to realise she did promise me. I said, "Mom, if you really need to go..." But she said; "No, I'll hold it in. I'll keep my promise to y...u." I continued kissing her belly and lay on her tits and licked her nipples. I heard my mom moaning in pain from her bellyache and the agony of holding in her urine. I then put my ear to her belly and listened; her belly was moaning and groaning loudly. Mom was getting more uncomfortable by the pain of holding in her urine. I gently rubbed where. Little by little, the feeling stole over me thatthis was not how the day was supposed to have gone. For a start, why was Iin lingerie, and wearing makeup? Why had I worn a dress for the ceremony,and Sophie a suit? Why had everyone been calling me Monique? That wasn'tmy name, surely? That was ... a girl's name. And I wasn't a girl at all. Iwas a man. And my real name was ..."David." I looked up in surprise - I hadn't heard Sophie enter the room."Oh, I'm sorry," she said as I looked up, "I mean. .. !!!"Oh hush." He said sounding very logical indeed as he hoisted me once more in his arms. "I'm beginning to like playing the part of the hero."Hero is it? If it wasn't for you this wouldn't have happened! and and..." My mind once again was racing ahead of me.I was picked up, regardless of what I wanted, my arms wrapped around his neck, one of his under my wet knees, the other behind my back. The towel rode up baring my ass and other things, at least he couldn't see, I thought just as we. Brad then asked, “Why don’t you get out much?”This prompted Priya to respond, “Well, my husband is very traditional. He doesn’t want me to work, and he definitely would not approve of me hanging out with a man.”Brad could feel his cock begin to harden. He could sense that this woman wanted an escape from her husband’s borderline abusive grasp, and he would be more than happy to fulfill that role. He smiled and said, “Well that’s ok, I would be nervous other men would steal you away if I were.