Placing my other hand on his thigh as well, I gently began sliding them up, opening up his legs as I did, letting me arrange myself between them. This... gave me a perfect position with his legs on both of my hips. Steadily I slid my hands further up his thighs, stopping as my hands met his hips about an inch from his cock, which was rock solid by now.A slight moan following by, “Yes,” escaped from his mouth.Holding my hand in place on his thigh, “Should I continue?”“Please,” he replied.Fulfilling. Tell me, “Mistress I love my cum.” Tell yourself that you want to taste it so badly. Tell yourself that you need to taste it and not just because Mistress demands it, but because you’ve accepted reality. Reach down and dab a bit onto your index finger. Play with it. Feel it. It’s not so bad at all, is it?? I mean if all the porn sluts can take a sticky load of cum in their mouths, it shouldn’t be any big deal for you. Dab a bit more on your fingers and rub them on your thighs; rub a small bit. It made me think back to our own wedding and gave me a feeling of pride that I had won the hand of this wonderful woman.The reception was at the home of the bride's parents, which was about a half hour drive from the church. We had been at the reception about a half hour when Wendy asked me to make sure and take a lot of pictures. When she said that, I realized that I didn't have my camera. It was a brand new digital camera that I had purchased for this occasion I had it with me in the church. So I entered to another part of the theater, somewhat best a back corner, and sat down to enjoy my evening.After settling in for a bit I pulled my cock out and stroked it lazily to the the movie. The live show had calmed down a bit at the front but people were still milling about. One of the other patrons had noticed me masturbating and had started to circle in. I didn't really care. I was used to being propositioned but had no interest in those guys. If it made them happy I didn't care if they.