I got my favorite jeans out and pulled them on and found a tight muscle shirt to wear as well. I didn't put shoes or socks on, deciding to be barefoot.... Brushed my hair back and spiked it up, added cologne and was ready to dazzle her. We bumped into each other in the hallway and I had to admit, she looked hot. She eyed me and grinned. I turned and went to my room. No sense in the two of us walking in the family room together. I called back to Mario's and revised my order. There were four more. I am so looking forward to this no matter which way it goes. The good news for me is I will finally have me a wife that actually loves me as much as I love her,” I said.It was cloudy out, but as far as I was concerned it was a beautiful day. Almost as beautiful as the woman holding the bouquet of flowers standing across from me. There is just something about a prospective bride that is beautiful, eerily so.“You may now kiss the bride,” said the magistrate. And I did, and it was wonderful and. I wonder if your face would have that lovely look on it if I let my lips there encircle your gorgeous hard penis when u poke it in up there between my legs.” I smiled, pursing my lovely lips and unfastening my long black hair. The boy hardly recognized me when I let my hair down and took off my glasses. I was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his young life. And he was about to fuck me with his cock! He couldn’t believe it was happening to him. He half expected to wake up and find. “I’ll be your slave, Dustin,” she said. She was rewarded with another lash of the belt, this time across her tits.“What?” she cried out. “I said I’m yours.”The boy leaped on her, rolling the sobbing woman onto her belly as he wrapped the belt around her throat. Pulling back hard, he made his aunt bow her back as he hissed into her ear.“I own you,” he said. “It’s not up to you whether or not you’re my slave or whether or not you fuck me. I own you.”Bridgette’s hands clawed at the belt but there.