Before a moan could escape my mouth, our tongues entwine, tasting each other. The sensations overwhelming I grab and claw and bit. My moans are silenc...ed by his mouth, as his tongue dances with mine devouring me. Dragging my nails up his back along his shoulders, I cum. His mouth bites down my chin to my collar bone, biting softly and hard, sending me over edge. Dropping to the floor, he continues to thrusts he mouth tasting my nipples, pinching and biting, and twirling his tongue. ‘Don‘t. The villagers started the marriage arrangements they told me to do bath and get ready for marriage they give me some clothes and jewelry which are completely different I wear them and the marriage rituals started they give me and berko some drink and announced that we are married .Berko and I went to his house ,his house looks like small hut I didn’t felt good he doesn’t even have a basic amenities I felt little bit awkward for my situation I told him about myself and about the marriage and. You know as well as I do that he is likely dead. We need to conserve our money. We don’t know how much longer we will be allowed to stay here, once the Count has declared Jean dead.”“This is the last dress, I promise,” Marguerite said, “but I won’t give up on Jean like that. He promised me he would come home and I believe he will. But, I will make sure that today is the last fitting I have. I should go, h-she is expecting me.”Marguerite stood up, trying not to react to the slip of the tongue. They often met and did different things,but never at her parents' home because her father was too much a man tosee her as a girl. He never forgave her for what she did. It stillhurt her years later.He took her to Tracy's an elegant restaurant in the business districtwith chandeliers over the areas between the tables. A man in a tuxedowas playing a piano. Later a small band would create a danceatmosphere.As they waited a few minutes for their table they talked about whatthey had done.