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We had told everyone to come around one for pre-wedding drinks and snacks so I went in around noon for a shower and another shave. Once I was dressed in my new navy suit, a crisp white shirt, cranberry paisley tie, and my favorite cordovan loafers, I checked my hair and walked down to greet our guests. Fred and Judy were first. Next were Mom and Dad with Nick and Victoria. I was surprised at how well Paul Martin looked when he walked in with Ginny. I laughed when he asked BDSM if the room sucking was available for his wedding. “You’ll have to talk to the new boss about that,” was my reply. I wasn’t at all surprised when Ginny told us, “I may just do that.” During all this, Sandy was sitting calmly at my feet. She did jump up to greet Fred and Judy, but that was to be expected. She had stayed with them while we were in Houston and knew them very well. The waiters began to take drink orders. Even fetish I had one—ginger ale—and I even had a couple of Slave the extra-large boiled shrimp, taking extra care not to get cocktail sauce on my clothes. I knew that Scarlett had arrived when Sandy suddenly jumped up, running to the French doors and femdom wagging her tail wildly. Sal waved as he let Sandy in. A few minutes later Sandra walked out to join us and I cued the deejay to begin the wedding march. “She made me eat her pussy after fucking Daddy!” The moment I said those words, I knew I shouldn't have. I was suddenly shocked with a huge pain coming from my sucking chest. Jon was in the kitchen eating his breakfast, and after saying good morning, told me to help myself to anything I wanted. Jolie had always said it was ramblings. It felt great. What he’d done last night with Stephanie hadn’t been appropriate, not in the context of them simply playing a game, at least. Play with yourself and give them a good show.” James said; I was Slave a little busy at the time. Having observed and contemplated all these events over the past few days, I was very much looking forward to getting Chani back into trance tonight and seeing what we could accomplish. She wouldn’t let him cum yet. I couldn’t believe my eyes. He then whispered, “Do you like my black cock fucking you?” “Oh, yes,” I replied, “Your cock is so nice, you can fuck me anytime you want.” fetish After a few minutes, he said, “I femdom can have some friends join us, if you want.” I smiled and said, “Oh, God, to be gang banged by several black cocks, Yes, Yes, I would love that.” I then felt his cock stir once again as he said, “Maybe Saturday, when your husband is home, I will bring my friends over and show your husband how black cocks can ruin a white pussy.” My juices began to flow heavier as I could only moan as I felt his cock becoming erect BDSM in my bowels. She remained silent, still not responding to his abuse. A low growl spread from throat to throat as a prelude to the brutal snapping of jaws that ripped open her jugular and smashed the other arteries.