"Yes, you're perfect," she repeated.She put both of her delicate hands with their long fingers into theflowing hair on either side of her face and lif...ted it, combed it throughthose fingers, and settled it back neatly behind her shoulders, thewhole time looking at me steadily with a faintly quizzical smile. "Yes,love, yes, I'll marry you," she said.Oh my God! A smile began to break out on my face. My wildest dream!"But ..." she added.There's a 'But'?"I'll still want to date other boys!"I. Since the Consensus has basically given control of when to have sex to their volunteers, we now must rely solely on tears as a means of getting what we want from a man. Your father says that you have been allotted twenty-two companions, and if you can’t manage to stand up for yourself and make your own decisions, they will run rampant over you in record time. Now, I’m not suggesting that you become a tyrant, as that is the surest way to an unhappy home, but when it comes to the really important. I laughed from inside on this but showed concern on my face. I told him to do what he thinks is good. He did not wait and loosened my salwar by opening the tying thread and pulled it till the knees. Now he could see my hairless soft thighs and shaved pussy.I could see the amazement in his eyes after doing it as his tongue was now on his lips while looking at my virgin pussy. He used his one hand at that time to squeeze his dick too. His one hand was now roaming on my thighs and pussy in a slow. They took one last final look in the mirrors to check themselves and without a word spoken; he unfastened the belt from the hook but still left my hands bound. I was confused since I thought for sure he would release me completely. He instead pulled me forward and had me sit on the bench against the side wall and secured the belt to the hook above it. I wanted to ask what the hell was going on, but I was still gagged, so all I could do was make wretched muffled sounds that reminded me of those.