I look towards her hip area and I can see little tiny black gaps between the seams. She's wearing pantyhose underneath. Just then she gets a call from... the bride herself (her best friend Brittany) and she asks to come down to her house and help her and her sister out. She accepts. So as she turns around her breast are so big that the laces going across her chest can barely contain her bulging tits. So we hop in the rental car and drive to her house. So we're at the brides house and my mom and I. Sophia didn't quite care for the constant power trip or being in-charge. Deep down, she was His secret slut. Deep down, she wanted no control at all.She was on her knees, wearing only little black panties. He loved the way she looked in it. He had them made for her with the mark he branded her with. The moment he walked in, Sophia blushed, struggling to say the words he had taught her to. "Master, your slut is ready to serve you." It was apparent that she never had to swallow her pride for. Can I have your cock?" These words were music in my ears, her mind now realizing what her body was craving. As I released my cock from with in the restraints of my pants I told her that she could not use her hands. With a ferocious appatite she kissed, licked, and sucked my cock with much vigor not once reaching up with her hands. I droped the leash to the floor and began to run both hands through her hair. I remember thinking that as she would walk on that job site that she needed a good. Burns had. She waved me to sit in the other seat.I took a deep breath, settled myself and thought; ‘nothing ventured nothing gained’.“I have two topics to talk to you about. I hope you will hear me out before you answer.” I pushed on before she replied. “I wanted to talk to you about Rory’s birthday. I want to do something special for him, but it will depend on the rest of this discussion. Now if I am being indiscreet, and you don’t wish to answer me, I understand, but I hope you know I am.