As she watched the parents of the bride and groom head out, Rico brushed arm. “So, we’re doing the Dirty Dancing lift, right?” “I guess. Are ...you sure you can carry me?”“No prob’,” he said. He held out his hands, measuring them alongside her petite waist. “Yeah. I got you.”The music was turned up and the emcee announced, “Up first, Miss Meghan Dawson and Rico Mastroianni!”“Here we go!” Rico declared as the giant doors opened up. A rush of applause, loud music and bright lights hit Meghan. I can imagine what's going to happen once the girl has reached my pussy. I've always been easily aroused. Then another thought crosses my mind: I've suffered a lot at the hand of this woman, why shouldn't I enjoy the pleasures now? It's no use fighting the sensations anyway and at least they're nice sensations for a change.By the time the massaging hands have reached my hips I'm aching for them to touch my pussy. I know that my body moves in rhythm with the hands, longing for their touch,. His hands are on my breasts, squeezing hard. I remember some lessons from a self-defense course. I am not going to just lie here and let this happen. I push my hand against his chest, trying to push him off me. I notice another problem as I do this, I think the blow to my head is making me nauseous. I don’t need this now. I clearly remember thinking to myself [Focus, you idiot. Take this fucker out. Stick to the training.] As expected, the man grabs my hands and pulls them down to my side. He. “Remember… you are forbidden to wear panties. Your pussy is mine now, and I expect you to be available to me whenever I desire. And your pussy is off-limits to anyone else!” Darin ordered, further to claim his prize. My jaw dropped for a moment, realizing what he meant. My husband was not going to get any loving from his wife anymore. It took me a moment to realize that since I was planning on leaving Ben anyways, this would not be such a big deal. I admitted us to the house, and Darin.