Fitz, Andy, and I were about to go through it again. At least it was only two women this time. If we can last until we get to Vora, my mother would ha...ppily take charge of the effort and tell us men to not interrupt them. Fitz, Andy, my dad, and I will sit around the house enjoying a beer while my dad and I recounted our experiences. It’s a male bonding experience and bad mouthing not being consulted on your wedding is one of the traditions associated with getting married.”I knew Betty and Cindy. " was all I could manage without my voice breaking.I had to admit that the reception was good, very good indeed, no expense had been spared on the food and the vintage champagne and unlike most wedding receptions where a disco would deafen everyone, Arnold had laid on a full orchestra.There were a lot of women there who Mum and Jill knew from their prison days, some of them far more muscular than I was and I shuddered at the thought of my two beautiful lovers being at their mercy.I drank a lot. Before he sat on the couch, he placed my perch on the floor in front of him and propped the vibrator inside it. I smiled into his face and straddled the perch as he lowered his shorts and I caught sight of his magnificent thick cock. I stared at it, mesmerized. I felt like a dog lusting after a bone and looked up, anxiously, into his eyes. “You may suck, slave,” Daddy said. I fell on his cock and opened my mouth wide to accept him inside me. I felt a rush of happiness as I took him deeper and. ”“A late dinner at the Y and then breakfast in bed?” teased Molly.Sarah blushed but nodded. “That pretty much says it all right there. He stayed the night and didn’t leave until mid-morning. It was very, very nice.”“So, any special boyfriends now?” asked Jessica.Sarah laughed. “I’m not looking for a husband, just trying to get an itch scratched. I have several friends that I see on a regular basis, along with Harry and Helene.”“So, are you in the lifestyle like they are?” asked Molly.“No. I.