Unless…a chill ran through me as I began to suspect what Master had in mind. The pointed reminder of who owned my body…the trousseau…he was goin...g to marry me off to someone. No, that couldn’t be it. Could it? Master laughed as he saw the confusion play across my face. ‘You’re wondering why you would need a trousseau, aren’t you. I’ve always been a strong believer that every woman should lose her virginity as a bride to Eros. Free from all the inhibitions society places upon her and the act of. “I'm allowed to come even if you're not.”“Unfair,” I murmured back.“Never mind, you can come in my mouth in a minute,” she replied.“What about me?” her husband interjected.“You have to wait for Miss Melanie,” his wife told him.“Or me,” the little witch chimed in. “I am the guest of honour, remember.”“How about both?” Jake asked hopefully.“Done,” Melanie responded. “Titsy first, though. She is the guest of honour, after all,” she added teasingly. Then, “Ow!”Tina had apparently nipped Mel's. My largish breasts were firm. I had kept the weight off but still maintained a good set of curves.There was a knock at the door and Sam bounded in wearing the smallest of bikinis, sunglasses and a massive sun hat.“Oops, sorry Heather, I didn’t mean to catch you in the nuddy,” she said. “And how long have you been shaving your privates, you cheeky mare?”“Oh, I started about six months ago. I thought I’d give it a go and see how it felt. To be honest, I love it,” I replied, winking and. “Shiiit!” she thought, as she heard the shower running, “Jon must be in there, Fuck!” she pouted to her self as she danced trying desperately to undo her pants.“Jon! Open up! Its an emergency!” Jennifer cried banging heavily on the bathroom door.Because of his daze Jon hadn’t heard is mother’s initial knock and calling. It was only after he heard her cry,“JON! I’m about to piss my pants! Open the fucking door!” only after that Jon had darted to action. Jon sprung out of the shower and reached.