The entire idea of me now being totally under Mikes control in this humiliating position while he stroked my pussy became uncontrollably erotic for me.... Remembering rule number 4, I fought with all my might to keep from cumming. Then Mike said ?would you like to cum, slave?? Shaking my head frantically and mumbling though the ball gag. Thinking ? oh please, please let me cum.? Then finally Mike said ?Okay, slave, you have my permission to cum.? I let myself go and my orgasm began. My legs,. Her legs wrapped around his stomach, her arms pulled their bodies together, and her lips smashed onto his. Her tongue jammed into his mouth."Get to work buster! This is my wedding day, and you are going to have to learn to keep me happy. Get those clothes off this instant."Jamie pealed off what was left of her wedding dress and stood in front of her husband with her hands fisted on her hips."You better hurry up! We have guests waiting for us to make an appearance, but you aren't getting out of. In retrospect that was a bad decision.The first four days of my leave were great. She was in a loving mood and we spent many happy hours in between the sheets, with our heads in between each other's thighs. Miriam was not a great one for sixty-nine, but she knew how much I enjoyed it and so indulged me, like a good wife does. We went up West, to shows and meals, watched the Hammer's first home game of the season, and I even trailed around with her shopping for clothes without complaint. – Why. We moved together slowly, enjoying each other and enjoying the thought of no work for another whole week,We'd been at the office Christmas party the previous night, booze was flowing, everyone was dancing and flirting, even the management team had let their hair down, I'd had a few dances, enjoyed a few kisses (but fended off even more from unwanted admirers) and I was just thinking about leaving when a voice in my ear asked if I would dance with him."Thank you" I smiled and moved into his.