The first thing I told her when she walked in the door was that she no longer had that permission. "When you can cum without touching yourself in a...ny way, that's when you'll get permission again." "That's impossible" she mumbled, not meeting my eyes. Resistance did not come easily to her but the knowledge imparted by a lifetime of women's magazines and unsatisfied friends was in direct conflict with my demands. "Let's hope not, or you won't cum at all this summer." That got a brief. I'm hungry now for his cock and I struggle to control myself lest he decide to torture me by making me wait longer. My lust obviously shows clearly in my eyes as he decides to make me wait. I still have the vibrating egg inside me, he's been turning it off every time I show signs of coming but now he decides to take it out and I am made to clean it. My corset now comes off and left wearing nothing but my high heels which he decides can stay on.He orders me into the bathroom, I move as if to. Will return on Sunday, Leo asked. Theyre going today, in the late afternoon. But I still want to make it before sunset, cause, no matter how brave I may seem to be, I dont really feel like spending the night in the woods. Why? Leo asked, intrigued by Marys answer. I have a vivid imagination, and it will definitely colour the night into something unforgettable. Also, I just dont like when I cant see whats in front of me, especially if I am in a huge forest, Marry explained. Well, Ill be there. I guess you’d say we liked it. We liked it a lot. We liked it six more times that night.The next morning, with bodies and specific parts rather sore, we awoke to plan our honeymoon. That’s right—the honeymoon was not planned until the day after the wedding because we had to see how much money we received in wedding gifts to know where we could go. We decided on the Outer Banks since it was cheaper during the offseason, and we were only interested in seeing one thing—each other: naked.Now that.