Our rapture was known only to our two selves, and Alice had quickly recognized that complete silence as to what had happened to her in my Snuggery was... her safest policy. And really, there was some excuse for the incorrect impression under which our friends were laboring, for our mutual embarrassment, when we first met after her violation, and her inability to altogether subdue on subsequent occasions a certain agitation and heightened color when I appeared on the scene, were to be symptoms of. Lilliann joked the vows should be reworded “I, Steve, take Sally, to be my slut.”The marriage ceremony over, the four of them headed to Birmingham Airport. From there they were to fly to Amsterdam and then on KLM to Caribbean island of St Maarten. For the transfer, Steve surprised Sally by hiring a hooker van. It was like a normal van, but the rear doors and most of the sides were windows that were painted so from the outside it looked like a normal business van but from inside the occupants. The slave didn't fight me. When I grabbed the second leg, he tried to spread it to the maximum, exposing his anus. I finished the work by bonding his arms as well, then I kissed him deeply. I showed him my horny dick, and rubbed it on his cheek.Then I came between his legs, and started rubbing my dick on his ass. The nigger was moaning, ecstatic. I pushed the tip of my cock inside his hole, and he moaned louder. I immediately realized my slave's ass wasn't tight: he had already been fucked. C When I entered the diner, I saw Francine at her usual table, with the wreckage of another huge meal laid in front of her. I sat down across from her. Just then, Christine came up, wearing a waitress uniform. She quietly warmed Francine’s coffee. It took considerable control to keep from laughing out loud. Francine said, ‘Well about fucking time. Don’t we have a 20 minute drive? And where is that cum factory of yours? I thought she was going, too.’ Cum factory? Just how intense were.