She always spoke of me as the most beautiful c***d she had ever seen.Now I watched Luna walking toward me and understood how Dawn could have been so t...aken. On Luna's head lay a garland of pink petaled flowers and green leaves. She carried in her hands two more garlands. She asked me to bend for her as she placed one on my head, and then did the same with Kit. "Thank you my precious," the minister said to her as she returned to the bridal room. With no mirrors, Kit and I looked at each other to. " Yes, darling."They kissed and Steven walked away. He was stopped by Sister."You don't have to go, Mr Hardacre," she said smilingly. "We won't feed you but we might manage a cup of tea for you." Oh! Really? That's very kind. Why am I getting special treatment?" Because Mr Lovering would like a word with you on his way round." She grinned roguishly. "And we'd hate to interfere with young love."Steven laughed delightedly. "Watch it, Sister," he said, "or some of it might spill over to you." I'm. "Well" he said "He would go down a storm in a glory hole, like the one inthe shop, all the clients are after is a blow job, don't care what does itas long as its good and swallows, we could also do some films with the twoof them" Our heads were bobbing up and down on their massive black cocks, it feltso good, I was on the verge of creaming my panties at the thought ofsucking total strangers cocks, I knew too that my wife's pussy would bedripping by now not only because of the fucking she was. But for conversation’s sake, yeah, he does.”“The fuck kind of world did I get pulled into?”The two of them walked back up the stairs and back into the hallways of the huge mansion. Triss walked its massive corridors like she knew it inside and out; very much at odds with her punk rocker aesthetic.“In here, come on.” She pulled open a door, and walked through. It was some sort of meeting room, or living room, or tea room. It was some kind of big waste of money, a room that obviously served no.