And it was all the happier for the misery and degradation that that slut Claire was experiencing in the back of her mind - the frigid bitch she had us...ed to be, who didn't worship men and didn't like being raped. The wedding was her opportunity to say goodbye to Claire forever, and be forever the good little degraded slutpuppet she had been taught that she wanted to be.The guest turnout was huge. Each invitation had been printed on premium white card, announcing the wedding of Michael Beston. "You know she's got to know what he's doing. She gets everything she wants so why should she complain?"I looked in the mirror as I got out of the shower. I saw a beautiful body with a face to die for. But I didn't respect that woman. I'd sold that respect away, a chunk at a time, for years. A ring, a marriage license, a house, a car, being 'friends' with the 'right' people. I felt the tears start, willed them to stop, got dressed and drove home.I crawled onto my bed and let the tears come for. Slowly he goes down to my pussy by kissing each and every part. He ended up at my pussy and started kissing and eating all over it and kept his four fingers inside my pussy and fingering it fast and slowly he pushed his wrist inside and he masturbated it so nicely.Then I asked him to show his cock that I wanted to suck it. So we laid in 69position facing each other’s private parts. I sucked his and him wristed mine and we both kept moaning uhha ahh ahh, such an awesome day.Then we came for our. ”She grabbed my hand and we rushed upstairs to my room. We couldn’t wait to get naked. In a few seconds I was down to my underpants. Katia jerked them down and slapped my semi-erect cock from side to side. Smiling, she grasped it and pulled me close to her, kissing me so hard that I winced. A moment later her tongue was pushing between my lips and she was moaning softly to herself as she worked my cock up and down. The kisses took things to a new level. The sex during our photo sessions had.