Unbeknownst to George, Abby has agreed to let the incubus, Damian, and his mate, Britt, act as marriage counsellors. Little does Abby realize how unor...thodox their methods are. *** The doorbell rang at six o’clock exactly. Abby was alone, George having left the university directly for his appointment with Britt. Abby had puttered around the house since returning home from work, looking at the clock every five minutes like some adolescent on the eve of her first date. Damian stood at the doorstep. I said, “However, we need to get dressed. Fancy is what the men are expecting.”She smiled at me. “All eyes will be on you, the new Duchess of Meuse. You and Jam are heroes here.”“I know one pair of eyes that will be on you, Ange. Roger will watch your every move. He has been doing that since you two met.” I grinned. “And that was even with Mo trying to get him to look her way. Be confident. He thinks you’re very special.”She blushed. I said, “Ange, go, get dressed and dress sharp. Roger will. It opened with a middle aged groom carrying his new bride into a large gothic house. Welcoming her to her new home he explained the rules of their marriage to his surprised but obedient wife. She was to dress as he instructed and obey him at all times even if she did not want to. Leading her to their bedroom he showed her her new wardrobe. All manner of leather and latex outfits hung there. The husband selected one and instructed her to put it on for their wedding night and left the room. .. I guess like you can't get enough of a good thing.Then after exploring site after site, I found her... a 41 yo puerto rican chick... 5'1 and 290.. a true bbw... so i worked the ad, and set a date..living up in westchester, I picked her up from the train... she really was as advertised... very nice, very shy, and very big... as she got off, she had on tight tight jeans which made her belly hang right over, with a shirt that barely covered... right away, I got the negotiation/money aspect out.