"OH god Master." His fingers slipping fast over my clit. Then moving and sliding into my pussy. "God pet your are dripping wet." "Yes, Master just for...you. This is how much you excite me."His finger sliding in and out of me. Slow at first reaching deep into me, touching all of me. Then moving in a bit faster then slow again. Teasing me over and over again. Then slipping a second finger to join the first that is in me. Teasing me over and over again. Moaning louder trying to hold still. His two. The cake was a creation of one of the ladies from our office who wanted to give it to us as a wedding gift. It was seven huge cakes on stands with a unique set of nude dolls with only a veil on the bride and a top hat on the groom.As the day and evening wore on, some booze was introduced, making the party a progressively happier occasion. When the party finally began winding down, Zena and I were sent to the cabin to dress in order to catch our plane for the honeymoon our parents had arranged. “And I’ve been hunting for clues ever since.”Virginia shook her head. “A century locked up in the second story of a house?” she asked, her former tones of irritation with ‘Magnus’ airs transformed instantly to tones of sympathy.“It’s dwarven tradition!” Maggie bristled. “And maybe it is fit for many of my kind. I say it’s not for me. Not until I find my people.” She nodded. “But...” She paused. “I haven’t had any luck with it for quite some time. Pelonious Schuyler was my last lead for this. Matt takes a big gulp of his beer and gazes at his sister's profiled body seated at the end of the sofa. He wonders what she would look like naked. Her tits are sticking out like two luscious melons and screaming for him to come to fondle them. Then he silently curses himself for having such ideas about his older Sister. He feels guilty for his thoughts even though he had jacked-off the previous two nights thinking about her being fucked into unconsciousness by her new husband. He had.