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My friend and I got dressed, jumped into his car and flew to the registry office. The entrance to the podium was from the pantry, from which we had the keys, so no one noticed us. Having made our way into the place, we lay down side by side, putting faces in niches and putting masks on them, which made the surface of the face even, covering it all with a thin, black transparent matter. From the side was the appearance of a flat floor covered with black cloth. It took about half an hour, a couple of times the host of the marriage process passed through us, stepping on my face with my leg, but noticing anything.

The place of the bride and groom was marked on the floor, so the newlyweds became there when they arrived at the registry office and entered the hall. Our lady found us unmistakably, now she is standing over our faces, and we can admire the graceful slimness of her legs, shod in transparent shoes with golden heels, and white stockings, fitting these legs and a strip of delicate skin between the lace top of the stockings and panties, and convex pussy, protruding tubercle and turning into a magnificent tummy. Around this beautiful picture were the rings of her skirts and the delicate silk of the wedding dress. The dress was loose and looked through to the neck. Even the elastic hemispheres of tetechek in a lace bra were visible. The legs were treading nervously and did not find a place for themselves.

The fact is that the deputy was late and the guests languished, not knowing what to do. Light music began to play and the bride began to stamp on the beat, and more and more burning. The legs, tapping heels, spread ever wider and, finally, firmly stepped on our faces. Having stomped on us a little, the bride found a place for the stable position of her legs, and our faces began to turn into a pair of chops. But such was the program for us today. Fifteen minutes later the vibration worked on my mobile phone.

- Well, quickly crawled out and march under the ass - I want to write!

I literally crawled out and made a chair, sat down, and threw back my head. The lady sat down on my face, and I managed to push the panties to the side with my finger, and peeed strongly and impatiently into me. Urine taste like wine - had an early feast. Having finished writing, she did not hurry to get up from me, but continued to sit, resting. I sat in a high chair under her beautiful ass and breathed in the divine scent of my lady. So I sat for a long time and was released only after the ceremony began. Down I took my position and immediately found myself under the shoe of the bride.

Apparently I somehow did not please my mistress, because for some time the shoe was spinning on my face, as if they were pressing a cockroach with their feet. It was very painful, my eyes darkened, and I begged her for mercy, of course in silence. Finally, the shoe calmed down and began to waltz to the sounds of Mendelssohn. Then they changed the rings, then the bride and groom kissed, so the bride turned to the right and both legs were on my face, standing on my toes. Then heels fell on me, stuck into my face, then rose again and fell on me while the bride kissed all the guests. Her friends were standing behind her, as well as the entire female half of the wedding ceremony.

Therefore, when the procession headed for the exit, all the women passed on our faces, and the girlfriends with special gloating stomped on us with their legs. Last was the lead, also stomping heavily. Finally everything was over and we, trampled and beaten with heels, crawled into the pantry. It was difficult to recognize us, but this was only the beginning of our trials. Having found the wash basin and put ourselves in order, we sat in the closet and waited for further instructions. Finally, my cell phone worked, and the lady ordered us to arrive at a cafe where there was a wedding banquet. The room was equipped with a place for the bride.The chair stood back to the wall, which adjoined the dark room, and from where a hole was made in the wall so that a person could crawl through. Thus, there was a chair back against the wall and a seat of a slave standing on all fours, with her head under the table and legs into a hole in the wall.

We entered the dark room and prepared to wait. A cape was attached to the back of the chair, and when the noise of the guests was heard, I was the first to take a seat position. Soon the guests came in and began to sit down in places. The bride passed and sat on me, stamping her heels. I put my palms forward, and she put her legs in shoes on them. Heels dug into the palm of my hand, and I took over this sweet pain. The feast began, soon the cries of "bitter" were heard, the bride stood up for a kiss, without getting off my hands. Heels, it seemed, pierced through the hands, or maybe it was so.

I tried not to twitch, but to endure silently. Screams were heard regularly, and heels nailed me to the floor tightly. Relief came when an exemplary dance of the bride and groom began. Getting up and twisting heels in my hands, the bride went to dance. I crawled away and my friend crawled on to replace me. After the dance, the mistress immediately caught the substitution and angrily hissed on the mobile phone, what kind of self-will I get.

- Well, crawl out and lie down on the back of your boyfriend, you will sit under my booty!

There is nothing to do, I crawled, she raised herself up and, straightening her skirts, sat down on my face.

- Open your mouth, I want to go to the toilet.

I pushed the strip of her panties off her pussy and opened my mouth. The first drops hit me in the sky and, behold, a turbulent stream, gushed into me. She wrote for a long time and with feeling. Pussy just walked on me, causing a storm of emotions. Then she moved a little forward, and her anus tightened, leaning my lips. I opened my mouth wide and waited.

At this time, the guests made toasts and congratulated the young, Mrs. saw, ate and talked to someone cheerfully. For some time, only the anus spoke with me, then, puffing out, then, being drawn inside. Finally he opened up, and the first poop crawled into my mouth. I was so excited that I decided not to swallow, but wait until the poop itself fills my mouth and passes into me. I liked that my lady's tummy, straining, makes the poop crawl out that fills me, and I can't do anything about it. Even if I suffocate, what happiness it is to die from my mistress's priests. The turd was hard and tough and it seemed it would never end.

She kept going and going, filling my mouth and pushing longer into my esophagus. Moreover, my lady didn’t bother at all, she just relaxed, and her body did its job. And the turd stopped and then continued on its way and it seemed to me that it would never end. This went on for about ten minutes, finally, the anus clenched and bit off the first piece of shit. I swallowed it, and breathed. Then gasses and a new portion went a little, but already more liquid. And I coped with it. Again the call to the mobile phone and the gentle voice of my mistress.

- Well, I managed to do it, now come close and lick it up for me to finish, otherwise they brought me in, and the first wedding night will not be soon.

I licked my ass and began to process the pussy, especially since it all flowed. Mrs. fidgeted a little on me and quickly finished, crouching down on me with all the weight and pushing the legs together.

The last thing I remember is the voice of the toastmaster, that it’s time to go dancing. After a short faint, I crawled into a dark room. So we served Mrs., replacing each other until the end of the fun. When it was announced that everyone was leaving, we quickly got together and went home to the bride, where the wedding night was to take place. My friend and I knew that our mistress was still a virgin and the first night would be an ordeal for her. Here we are in the bedroom of our mistress. Her bed was equipped for the comfort of a capricious mistress. While she was lying on the bed, the slaves could be under the booty, under the legs and in other places of the bed. Our first position was lying under the bed, stick your faces by the bed from the side of the legs. Twilight reigned in the room, and we were not visible. There was a noise in the hallway, the girlfriends admonished the young and left.

Only the bride and groom are left. The groom was very drunk and could hardly stand. Bride ...

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