I hadnt seen Gerri but I wanted to catch her gaze, just to see her reaction. I guessed Mark must have told her. I couldn’t wait to get this bedroom ...arty started and the wedding party was just beginning to wind down. I found Gerri near the bar and went to the far side, leaned down and caught her eye. She looked at me for a second and I could just tell what she was thinking, we winked at each other and I knew it was on. Gerri had the biggest room with the biggest bed (the cow had been upgraded. That worried me slightly, but he didn't do anything with it except puthis hands down on his thighs, the condom in his right hand.I stepped back and slipped my skirt off. He looked down at my thong andI stuck my thumbs inside the elastic to wiggle it and tease him that Iwas going to take it off. I stepped back in close without doing so, andraised my hands to my bra enclosed breasts to squeeze them in towardshis face. As I did so, I felt something brush against my pussy lips andjust press. "Oh definitely not gay darling, even though they see it as normal for you to suck their dicks and the cunts they've fucked. Just think honey, if you were gay, would you like sucking pussy?"Her simply response was so simple and yet so illuminating. It was like a wave of relief to me. I guess it showed. She quizzed me. In her skilful manipulative way, she got me to talk more about how I felt at being face fucked at the cook out, and to recount my experience of last night with two of her. She'd been here for two days.In the beginning, the girl had clutched the chains binding her wrists, in a vain attempt to avoid the fate underneath herself. But it'd taken less than an hour for it to slip in, and the first orgasm had finished the rest of the job.Even as he watched, the long pole sprang to life. Its quiet buzz filled the air.The effect on his syn was immediate. She whimpered, through the gag in her mouth, as the thing beat on the sore walls of her sex.This would be her.