“They are, Master,” Nathalie said. My fourteen-year-old sex slave stood before the ruby suit of armor, her hand reaching out to touch the deep-cri...mson surface. She traced the stylized pattern of flames worked into the armor.“Yes,” I said, moving closer to the leather armor. It did swallow the light. It was darker than everything around it. I stood before it, looking at the dimensions of it, my critical eye studying it. I hadn’t worn leather armor since training in the Fencing College of Az,. Judge smiled brightly, he stopped to ceremony just before saying you may kiss the bride. He takes a half step back, the next clergyman steps forward he began the wedding ceremony in the manner he normally performs. But he stopped short of allowing me to kiss the bride. The next two clergy do the same now all four stand side-by-side in the sunlight that seems to not have moved. In unison the four say, You may now kiss the bride. As I lift her veil the sunlight strikes the rubies of her. I then licked the other side as she was almost forcing herself into my face but I was holding her back. Finally, I moved my broad tongue to the bottom of her slit, dug it in deep, and slowly slid it up to the top. She froze still and wasn’t even breathing until I reached her engorged clit when she suddenly dropped and started grinding her hips. I stuck my tongue as deep into her hole as it would go and tongue fucked her while I scratched up and down her legs giving her massive goosebumps. I. Leila read the body language and asked how long Delia would be gone. “Long enough,” Nathan said with a nervous smile, his hand relocating far up her inner thigh. Leila saw an opportunity to barter. “I’m hurting,” she told Nathan. “Oh, I can see you are, baby,” he said. “You wouldn’t happen to have a fifty you could lend me,” she asked. “A fifty?” he asked back. “For …,” and she thumbed at her nose. Nathan understood. They talked a deal. He would go with her. She’d make her buy. “Then once.