.." Cindy muttered as she lapped as his pussy. Thenshe stood up. Cindy had unbuttoned her pants and discarded her shirtwhile she had been eating out B...ian's untouched slit. She now stoodbetween his nubile legs, totally naked and erect.Brian realised what she was about to do. "Wait, I don't know..." hewhimpered feebly. "I don't think we should do that," he said, notsounding very convincing. Cindy was not listening and was rubbing hercock up and down his silken lower lips. "Please, what if...". Wait what? *SMACK* Oh I kind of like that. I look up and notice people are starting to stare at us, but the waitress isn't saying anything. *SMACK* "I said lay your cheek on the table top." I put my face back down, somewhat shocked by his tone. *SMACK* *SMACK* "Oh" *SMACK* "AAhh" "Do you always jump on tables sticking your essence in strangers faces?" "What?" "Do you always jump and tables sticking your essence in strangers faces?" "No, of course not." I am shocked he even asked me. Vows...Bernard Townshend and Elizabeth Morgan, I remind you that marriage is a precious gift, a lifelong commitment, and a challenge to love one another more completely each and every day.Please join hands and look into each other’s eyes.”We join hands and I look into Liz’s eyes.The preacher continues, “Bernard Townsend, with this understanding, do you take Elizabeth Morgan to be your wedded wife to live together in marriage? Do you promise to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her for. .. girl in the root cellar? How long has she been there?” I asked.“Two or three days ... or weeks, depending on who is telling the story,” Timm said. “I had no idea so I suppose she’s been here since I went to Painswick.”“The damsel I’m supposed to rescue is in the custody of the Mayor. She’s in the cellar?”“So they say,” said Timm.“Think we should find out?” I asked.The root cellar door was locked by looping a new rope through the the two handles and tied with a square knot ... ease of.