I remember thinking that your beauty had to have been sculpted by Michelangelo himself.’ ‘I’ll be honest, I don’t remember a single word of th...e ceremony. I was lost staring into your eyes. I marveled at the honor you were giving me by being my bride. I wondered if you truly knew what you were doing. I didn’t feel worthy of calling myself your husband.’ ‘I still don’t.’ ‘I don’t remember, but I must have said ‘I do’ because the priest was now staring at me. Expectantly. I leaned in and pressed. Mirella answered. He was told I was not to be disturbed and she would inform me that he called.It was late evening before I hit the kitchen for much needed food and a very large mug of tea. I was part way through my second sandwich when Mirella appeared, not the easy going, ever smiling Mirella. The girl was pissed.Hands on hips, eyes flashing, and that aura some people have that makes me think of alarm bells, klaxons and air raid sirens.I’m British, I looked straight at her, took a sip of tea. Looking at his cock still jumping and dripping cum on the floor I told him I wasn't expecting that so soon. He apologized and said that he could doing again if I wanted.I of course said yes. I took off my swimsuit and he asked me how I felt about going out on the balcony and fucking out there. He said public sex was kind of his fetish. We were 15 floors up so I was willing. Out on the balcony was a large outdoor couch. We stood for bit kissing and I felt his cock rise and become hard very. For hours I teased you, whispering in your ear, looking at your crotch, and sometimes grab you from behind and press my cock against your ass. I know it was driving you crazy. The f****y began to leave, the food was put up and you were outside giving your grandc***dren a hug goodbye. I grabbed your collar and leash and was waiting for you in the living room naked beside the Christmas Tree. You came around the corner and there I stood naked. Nothing was said you took off your clothes except your.