“Oh shit!” he gasped as he discovered Renee spread across the mattress clad in black lingerie. “Well, hello to you too,” Renee replied. “Is... this all for me?” Ty asked walking towards the bed. “It is,” she replied sliding her hand up and down her thigh. “I heard you requested me personally. I just have made an impression,” he said smoothly. “You did, and it was the biggest ‘impression’ I’ve ever had!” she giggled. “You hungry for more?” “Yes! Get over here!” she demanded, needing to touch. She put the flannel to her face and sigh and let out a deep breath. “Oh my fucking god!!!” she said.She drank some of the water before standing and tipping some of it onto the flannel before pressing it against her pussy and wincing. “Fuck, that’s sore she said” She put the flannel on the table and began to rub herself down with the towel. Des retrieved her shorts and bikini top and Bobby began to get dressed. Sarah put het shorts and top back on and Dez handed her a T shirt with the bar logo. Once lodged in the cleft, Bobby waited a few seconds before forcefully vanquishing Buster’s inner sanctum. To Bobby’s totally delight the bitch began to yelp as his temple was wrenched asunder. Bobby let Buster squeal for several seconds before stating; “Now you now know your place, bitch… who’s your fucking daddy?”“You are… oh fuck, you are,” Buster replied, before his voice tapered off, only to be replaced by low contented groans.“Keep your arse tight, I hate fucking loose pussy,” Bobby. You're happy to see Jackie already there (fortunately she doesn't ascribe to the rule about the groom not seeing the bride before the wedding).She greets you with a kiss and you respond passionately. "Hey, tiger, slow down!" she teases. "Save some for the honeymoon..."You pull apart and give her a wide grin. Her hair and makeup are done but she's still in her normal clothes. "You look incredible!" you say.She blushes and smiles. "What until you see me in the dress ... and out of it!" she says.