The final shot, a medium close-up: She was straddling him in his chair, her breasts pressed against his chest. They were kissing. They both looked ver...y happy. Click. Alone in her darkened office, Theresa began to cry. Her sleep that night was the dreamless sleep of pure exhaustion. She woke up still tired, but somehow lighter inside. She felt different somehow; yesterday’s inner whirlwind had calmed, leaving only the one strange emotion tingling along her nerve ends: Anticipation. She surveyed. " "I sure hope so because you are going to be the bride and I am gong tobe the husband. Are you willing to do that?" "I don't know. Is that what you want, really?" "It is the only way we will get married. Do you still love me? If youreally do love me you will do as I said." "I guesss I can do it. I just don't see why I have to be the bride." "Because I have become the boss in this house and what I say goes. Areyou having trouble wearing dresses?" "No, not really. No one has bothered me. Boli nahi fuffaji ye mat kariyega please ye andar nahai jaayega.main virgin hun.maine apni finger ki speed badha di aur phir usko bahut pya se litaya .uski hips ke neeche maine do pillow lagaye jis se uski gand aur nikhar gayi.ab maine khub cream laga kar apne land ki tip ko uski gand se bhiraya aur dheere dhheere andar push kiya wo chillane lagi nahi fuffaji lag rahi hai.uii dukh raha hai aaaaaaaaaaaah pain ho raha hai uiiiii please leave me please please aur maine ek jor ka dhakka lagaya. “Please just cum already, David. I can’t keep using the majority of my day trying to get you off.”“I promise I won’t bother you again tonight!” he begged. “Promise?” she asked. “Yes! Yes! Just hurry up!” He was getting desperate as he was about to explode. She reached her hands behind her back, and unstrapped her bra. She threw it onto his bed, she didn’t want to admit it, but she put it there so he could use it later if he felt horny again. Her husband always loved her boobjobs, so she was.