The door closed behind him and I didn't hear anything--including yelling, which was good. They were in there for more than three hours and when they c...ame out they were both drunk. I ordered a car for each man and helped Andrew into his. Then I helped him up to his penthouse. I thought he was going to pull me after him into his place, but he didn't. Instead, he looked me up and down. "That meddlesome fuck, John Katz, told me that you deserved better than me mauling you. That you got my life in. Of course, they all accepted. No one wantedto miss my wedding day or the exchanging of the happy couples nuptialvows. I would never, ever, promise to obey him. Mother badgered me intotrying on the wedding dress that I had modeled a lifetime ago in Paris.I was astonished and happy to discover that it still fit. It lookedabsolutely fantastic on me. Crying tears of joy, my Mother hugged andkissed me saying that I made a beautiful bride. Slowly but surely,circumstances were pushing me towards an. He snaked his hands under me to give me support. When he started toying with my clit, it sent me over the edge, and I felt my juices welling up as I came. He drove me from orgasm to orgasm. I could feel my ass quake like a bowl of jelly. His cock seemed to grow as it throbbed in me and I felt his cum jet into me and overflow, sliding down my thighs. When he withdrew he guided me down, so I was lying on the carpet.He lay down next to me and stroked my body with gentle fingers until I recovered. I wanted to stay. It was such a sweet dream. To have Saoria back. But what about Faoril. Where was she? My heart ached, split in twain. Saoria was dead. Faoril was not.I rose as she clutched at my hand, trying to pull me back down.“Where are you going?” she asked. “Don’t you want to lie with me? You just saved me. Let me thank you, Thrak.”Her sultry purr hardened my dick. Her hand caressed it. My kilt was gone and nothing stopped her from stroking me. Her grip felt exactly how I remembered. I.