"What, more rules?"This time he does not blush as he clears his throat. "Ah no, it is not polite to enter unless you are invited." Oh. Well come one d...own," I invite him. "I will never find Gwen without your help," I step up to the hatch and start sliding down the ladder. Not as fast as my last trip and with more grace.I land with a thump at the bottom. Saul is right behind me taking one rung at time. Each to his own. I have to smile up at him as he carefully finds each step. Oh right, he can. He very weak man, but not stupid. Not same thing. He suspect what pill are, what kind of herb I make him take, but he can’t help himself. He like too much making cum on cloth while playing kissy-foot. He think maybe he can stop when he like, break up with me, but I don’t think possible. I think he play until end, until no get hard any more, until he my slave-girl. I have mother who mixes the herbs for pills. She make them stronger and more strong every week. She say in no time Alan make no more. The soft caress of the silky fabrics on my powdered skin and the way thetwo women (especially Carolyn) pampered me was so wondrous and I couldnot help think of the weekend ahead in frillies.With my mind distracted with thoughts of panties and petticoats, AuntMary turned the car around and headed back home. After parking the car inthe drive and leading me back into the house, Aunt Mary explained whathad transpired to the waiting maid.Though she tried not to giggle, it was obvious me Carolyn took. (What would it be needed for I was wondering?)The Limo arrived and I was escorted to it by the ladies from the salon!! They all wished me luck and told me how lovely I looked as a 'blushing bride'. The Limo driver was a lady also, and she told me how beautiful I was and envied the groom. We arrived at the wedding chapel and the limo driver escorted me into the building. I was really getting nervous by this time, and wondered who the groom was going to be, would it be a real wedding, and was.