She felt Jason put his hand on the small of her back, escorting her to the dance floor.“Would you like to join them?” Dan offered.“Only if a slo... song begins,” she replied, accepting his hand on her knee. “You and Wendy make a very beautiful couple. How long have you been married?”“Two years,” he lied, turning their two short months together into years. “I feel so damn lucky to have her love. I’m fourteen years older than Wendy and she keeps reminding me the age difference doesn’t matter to. The servers joined us with faces bathed in shock and awe. It was marvelous to bring them a little joy, since they’d worked so hard to insure ours.The guest list was ridiculously small. It needed to be. When you have the President and the Former President, standing up for the Vice President, you need a lot of Secret Service Agents. The hardest thing was keeping them from leaking our plans to the press and ruining our wedding by them crashing in and refusing to leave. Sam’s Cabinet and my staff. It looked like someone had cut through the bushes heading towards the back door.I drove around the block parking in front of the house. I was curious. Was someone cutting through the yard or did Cindy have company?I quietly let myself in the back door, softly closing the door behind me. I stood in the doorway between the kitchen and the living room feeling my cock staring to rise. Cindy was indeed still naked sitting back on the couch while a dark haired beauty had her face buried in her. It’s not as if you’d need cuffing, being ordered about, seeing me showing, that I approve of their control of you is more than enough to keep your hands submissively out of the way. Yet the cuffs reinforce your status, and in a way as soon as they close you feel yourself relaxing into them; one less part of you to control, one more way in which you will only follow now.Your friend makes a joke that it was no wonder you had to be such a slut to be masturbating with the amount of juices you’ve.