Outside the reception hall, Heather (who had come alone in fact), was waiting for us with a smile on her face.“Congratulations you crazy kids!” He...ather was all smiles. Jessica, not surprisingly, was not.“What do you want?” Jessica demanded.Heather frowned theatrically. “Gosh, Jessy, this is your wedding day! You’re supposed to be happy!”“I would be if you weren’t here,” Jessica said angrily.Heather wagged a finger at her. “Temper, temper, you don’t want to piss me off.”Jessica sighed. “What do. I promise you that." "Okay then my little whore, I shan't spank you again... Not yet anyway." I place my hand between her shoulder blades and lean her forwards, the other hand wrapped around my cock. I run the tip along the length of her slit, from the flower of her ass to her now purple clit. Her wetness sliding against the solid dildo makes the most delicious sound I can imagine and I lick my lips, unable to hold myself back any longer. I line up the head of my cock with her hole and. They had setup a bake sale on the main drag and it had proceeded much like any bake sale until about noon. Whether it was a miss-communication or no one at the church had bothered to check the city's itinerary, they were all taken aback as a loud, enthusiastic pride parade had marched down the street in full view of the astonished clergy. It would have been impossible to pack up all their baked goods, decorations, bible tracts and tables to flee the scene before the parade made its way past. "Mmmm, such a prettylittle 'sissy boy' aren't we? Maybe I should just keep you here for thenight," she added but in knowing Tim's dad was waiting for his returndecided that this 'playtime' session should end. Madge rose from the bed and went to the rope at the wall hook andunfastened it. Then as the white clothesline rope whistled through thepulley Tim "glubbed" into the tight ball gag as she lowered him. She tiedoff the rope at the hook once again then began working on his ankles,loosening the.