Work by others-"Yes, I do" by fragface

   

    The McKenna estate was a sight to behold during this time of the year. The warm spring sun brought the lush gardens to life. Everything was blooming, the birds were chirping and the white, colonial mansion seemed to shimmer golden when the light from the morning sun hit it just the right way. It seemed like Jeremy Nolan entered a magical world. Everything looked like it was ripped from a Disney movie and brought to the countryside. The only thing that kept bringing him back to reality was the '89 Ford Escort hatchback he drove towards the large building. It obviously had a hard time keeping running and seemed to make sure everyone in the vicinity knew it was on its last legs. How the hell did he, a simple office worker, get invited to the wedding of THE Angus McKenna?

“Well...“ he thought „I'm about to find out.“

He drove his rust bucket through the roundabout that ended the tree-lined road leading towards the mansion. Though he had some trouble “navigating“ it due to the giant marble Statue of Angus McKenna himself, holding an oil barrel on his left shoulder while pointing towards the sky with his right hand. Very subtle … But, like many, Jeremy admired him. McKenna was not only known as a philanthropist, which was admirable enough, but also as playboy the likes of which would make Hugh Hefner envious. Now and then a few of his escapades with models, actresses or even foreign politicians made the news. Strangely they never portrayed him in a bad light and the buzz died down quickly afterwards. Jeremy was sure that McKenna financed his own “damage control“ department for such cases. He looked at the bottle of top shelf Gin wrapped in glittering plastic. He now felt stupid for bringing something like that as a gift, even though it cost a good chunk of his paycheck. But Jeremy did his research and knew that McKenna enjoyed this Gin a lot. He surely would appreciate the gesture.

As Jeremy reached the tip of the roundabout a valet motioned him to stop the car, helped him out and drove the car away. There were no other cars to be seen but Jeremy was pretty confident that they wanted to get this eyesore parked as fast and as far away as possible. He checked his rather cheap black two piece suit for any dirt, adjusted his tie a little, grabbed his present with both hands and started walking towards the butler who was already awaiting his arrival. The British man with the thick, gray mustache stepped towards him, bowed quickly and said “Mr. Nolan I assume?“. Jeremy simply nodded.

“Excellent. My name is Johann and I am the head of the service staff of the McKenna estate. Mr. McKenna was awaiting your arrival and instructed me to take you to his private lounge as soon as possible. Please, follow me.“

Jeremy followed silently as Johann walked with him into the mansion. The walls of the great reception hall were paneled with fine exoctic wood. Portraits of dignified gentlemen were looking down upon the people in the hall. The centerpiece was a large staircase leading up to the 2nd floor, made from the same fine wood, carved with intricate designs.

The hall was busy with staff finishing the last preparations for the wedding. A swarm of waiters set the plentiful bar tables with white cloth and prepared a bottle of champagne and several glasses on each table. There were no other guests yet but it shouldn't be long before they arrived.

Johann led Jeremy up the stairs to an impressive, two-winged door. It was made from the dark, heavy wood as well, polished to perfection and had two silver lion's heads, one on each wing. Johann knocked on the door, waited exactly 3 seconds, then pushed both wings inwards. He stepped in, bowed deeply and announced “Mr. Nolan, sir.“. Then he left and closed the door behind him, leaving Jeremy alone with Angus McKenna in the giant room.

It looked a little bit like the trophy room of a successful big game hunter. A stuffed bear on his hind legs was scarily watching over the mahogany desk. The walls were actually bookshelves, filled with all sorts of literature, mostly of scientific or geographic nature.

Angus McKenna was facing away from Jeremy, looking out the window (that would have fit right into an old, gothic church) behind his desk, his arms folded behind his back. McKenna was a tall man with thin, silvery hair. An expertly trimmed, silvery beard and weathered skin. He wore the top half of a fine, handmade tuxedo and a kilt in the colors of his ancestors' clan with matching socks and shoes.

Jeremy walked nervously towards the desk and put the present next to the touchscreen that was integrated into the mahogany wood.

“I … I am sure there is a place for all the presents somewhere but since I am here, I'd like to give it to you personally … if that's okay?“

“Thank you.“ McKenna replied without turning around. It sounded sincere. And scottish. “That's a very delicious Gin. Kudos on the research. But I'm afraid you dug up some false info. You see, I'm actually a scotch drinker.“

Jeremy was not surprised. The man could teach Sean Connery lessons, he doubted there was any human being that oozed Scotland more than Angus McKenna (though he was actually born in the United States. Only a handful of people knew that).

“But I do appreciate the gesture.“ - HA! Told you so. “Mr. Nolan. Let's get straight to the point. The reason why I personally invited you today and a bit before the actual reception is that I'm about to become the husband of the lovely Gwen Monroe.“

Jeremy swallowed audibly. Gwen was his ex-girlfriend. They split up 7 Months, 3 weeks and 2 days ago... but who's counting? Gwen was simply too much to handle. Her “lust for life“ was something he couldn't keep up with.

“She insisted that I invited you. To say her goodbyes and get some closure. But I'm a realist, Mr. Nolan. I invited you because it was her wish but also to get some things straight and to give a serious warning. Please, sit down and we will talk from one man to another.“

Jeremy sat down in one of the comfy leather chairs with shaking hands and a little bit of fear in his eyes.

In another part of the mansion, Gwen was getting ready for the big day. Her room was decorated with spring flowers and several candles. White roses decorated the silver frame of the large mirror she was sitting in front of. Before her an assortment of costly makeup articles and perfumes. On the other side of the room, next to the main door, was a private bathroom. In the corner were several soft, purple couches surrounding a large tables where gifts were waiting to be unpacked by the bride to be. A huge flatscreen TV was mounted on the wall opposite of the couches.

Gwen smiled as she admired her own reflection in the mirror. The stylist just left and she had to admit he did a wonderful job. Her curly, fiery red hair flowed onto her shoulders naturally, but now she had several, small braids running down the backside of her head. A few white flowers were woven into them and fixated by golden pins and rings. Her beautiful big, blue eyes were framed by the perfect amount of “dark“, just a little rouge on those perfect cheeks and a glossy lipstick that matched her hair colour.

“Too bad no one will notice.“ she thought, smiling slyly. 

The reason for that assumption was her wedding dress, of course. She wanted to make sure every guest knew what they were missing out on, once she said yes to Angus. Her dress was a silky smooth, white corset without straps and nothing underneath that was tied with a red satin ribbon in front. While it held the bottom part at her flat stomach easily together, it grew wider and wider towards her chest. Her bulging natural DD cups pushed the corset apart at the top so that quite a bit of space needed to be left to give her cleavage some breathing room. The red ribbon gently made a woven pattern on her soft breasts. The rest of the plentiful flesh practically spilled out of the top and made oktoberfest “dirndls“ look like a nun's robe. The corset ended in a short, equally silky smooth skirt that barely covered anything. On the sides and back, the skirt had white, see-through attachments that flowed to the ground when she stood up. It only hindered the view on her perfect ass marginally, especially since the material followed every movement of her heavenly curvy body. She wore white net stockings. The matching garter belt peeked out from under the skirt, granting everyone interested view of her thick thighs and long legs. Further accentuated by the white pumps with tall, thin, golden heels she was wearing.

The 26 year old got up and playfully practised her walk down the aisle towards the tall mirror next to the couch group as she imagined all the guys (and some of the girls) drooling over her. She unconsciously bit her lower lip. This was going to be the best day ever.

Gwen carefully sat down on one of the couches and looked at the large pile of gifts. She wondered if she should open some. Ah... what the hell. SHE was the bride, today was her day. SHE could do whatever she wanted. Quickly scanning the cards and tags she found one that read “To my favourite bitch, I miss you – xoxoxo Tess“. Gwen smiled because she was happy and sad. Tess was one of her best friends back in high school and the two got into all sorts of trouble. Unfortunately they had to part ways early during college, after Tess was moving to Australia. Now Gwen was reminded that Tess was not able to come to the wedding. They would catch up later of course, but still…

The busty readhead tore the packaging away and revealed a plain, grey cylinder. Inside was a large bottle of exquisite sparkling white wine and small, folded paper. The label on the bottle showed an artful depiction of a vineyard and was titled “Gwen's Reserve“. The year it was bottled was Gwen's birth year. Teary eyed she opened the folded paper and read “I have a couple of these. Next time you come visit, we will make sure they see a deserving end.“

Gwen smiled broadly and carefully dried the corners of her eyes with a hankerchief. “Don't cry just yet“ she thought. “the make-up needs to stay where it is.“

She grabbed the bottle by the neck and rotated it a few times. Then she carefully removed the cage that held the cork in and with a loud PLOP she shot it across the room. Then she stood there for a few moments, realizing she didn't have any glass to drink from here and she couldn't go out, already dressed in her wedding gown. She looked around and suddenly shouted „HA!“ which made her breasts wobble slightly.

Who needs glasses when you have vases?

Without hesitation she grabbed one of the small crystal vases that had one flower in them, stuck the flower into another vase and emptied the water into the sink in the bathroom while firmly holding the bottle in the other hand the whole time. After she rinsed the vase she shook it a few times to get rid of the rest of the water and slowly filled it with the sparkling wine. A little bit of foam formed at the top and spilled over. She quickly put her mouth to the vase and slurped the rebelling fluid.

The wine was slightly sweet, and tasted not overwhelmingly like alcohol. It was refreshing and had a strong, fruity flavour. “Oh. My. God.“ she said loudly. This was the best wine she ever had. It was even more delicious than the real champagne Angus bought for her regularly. Of course she could never tell him that. She took a healthy sip and let the taste linger in her mouth. Suddenly she realized how thirsty she was. Except for a glass of orange juice after getting up she didn't have anything to eat or drink today. Gwen held up the fragile vase and set the bottle on her make-up stand. “Looks like it's roughly as much wine as would fit in a normal champagne flute.“ she thought. Little did she know that she misjudged the amount of golden, sparkling liquid. It actually fit about twice as much.

She sat down on one of the couches again and turned on the TV, while constantly sipping from the vase. There was nothing really interesting to watch, so she just flipped through the channels. Before long her vase was empty but she still felt thirsty. As she walked over to the bottle, she glanced into the mirror again. “I could wear this outfit every day.“ - lost in thought she almost bumped into the make-up stand. Wasn't it further away? Nevermind. The vase was quickly refilled and she took the bottle with her back to the couches. After she placed it on the gift table she, not-so-carefully, plopped down on the couch and laid her feet up on the armrest while stabilizing her back with a few large pillows so she could still sit upright and watch the TV. “DAMN that stuff is smooth.“ she thought as she held up the now ¾ full vase closer to her cute button nose. “Better watch out. That's dangerous on an empty stomach.“, she nodded to herself and emptied another quarter in one gulp. “That stupid cartoon isn't as boring as I initially thought.“ Gwen chuckled at the vain attempts of Wily Coyote to catch the Roadrunner.

“Better luck next time!“ she cheered and finished the vase as the poor animal fell into a canyon after making the mistake of looking down. Watching saturday morning cartoons was a lot of fun. She should do that way more often. “I bet I could catch that stupid bird.“ she mumbled to herself and then giggled at the thought of her falling down that canyon, holding up a sign that says „EEK“.

A few soft knocks on the door to her dressing room brought Gwen back to reality. She winced a little, shook her head to re-gain focus and got up a little clumsily. Any gardener that would have passed by her window would have gotten quite the show for a few short seconds as she struggled to get out of her pillow pile and onto her tall high heels. Those pesky pillows were making it really hard to get up from the couch and she had to spread her long, luscious legs pretty generously to finally lift herself up.

“Who is it?“ Gwen asked while straightening her dress and tucking some of the spilled boobage back into the corset.

“The ghost of christmas past … who do you THINK it is?“ a high pitched but smooth voice countered from the other side.

“Finally! I've been waiting FOR-EV-ER.“

Gwen instinctively grabbed the back of another couch as she walked towards the door to unlock it. Was there a bump in the carpet? She looked down. No.  No bump. All straightened out. Weird. Then why did she stumble? She probably flattened the bump by walking over it.

The lock in the heavy wooden door made a loud mechanical click and swung open to reveal Angela Marie. Though her name was very religious, she was quite the opposite. Angela was one of Gwen's bridesmaids. The now 25 year old discovered boys at quite a young age (and shortly afterwards girls as well) and did everything she could to catch and keep their attention from this day forward. She wasn't as naturally beautiful as Gwen but she was still scraping at that perfect 10. Where Gwen had an innocent charm, Angela straight up oozed sex. She was playful, too but there was never a doubt what her intentions were. Her long, dark brown hair was woven into a single, thick braid with flowers, to match Gwen's hairdo. She had considerably more make-up on and constantly seemed to give the “come hither“ look with her brown puppy dog eyes. Angela was best described as tight. Slender, long legs. A small, luscious ass. A slim waist and narrow shoulders. She was pretty tall though. Unfortunately (in her mind), she was never blessed with huge, natural knockers like Gwen but instead grew up with A cups. Fortunately, her wealthy boyfriend had the perfect gift for her sweet 16: a pair of D cup implants. That boy never once regretted the investment, even though they broke up only weeks later. Angela could be VERY thankful. She wore her new Ds with pride ever since, showing them off at every appropriate opportunity and quite a lot of inappropriate ones as well. The surgeon did a terrific job. The scars healed perfectly and were practically invisible. Her impressive bosom stood steadfast against the laws of gravity and her tiny nippels were rock solid 90% of the time. The only thing that gave away that her tits were not real was the fact, that they were looking a little bit out of place on her and a little bit too perfectly round.

Gwen smiled her brightest smile, grabbed Angela by the arm, pulled her into the room and locked the door behind her. Then she turned around and gave her a kiss on the lips. The kiss went on just a little too long to be a friendly hello. Then Gwen pushed the surprised brunette away and held her at arm's length to admire the dress she had chosen for her bridesmaids.

Of course a naughty bride had to have some naughty bridesmaids. The poor girls had to get laid asap and as often as possible on her most important day. That dress would definitely take care of that.

It had a light red color to match the fiery red hair of the bride. The fabric was pretty thin and clinged desperately to every curve on Angela's body. Around her neck was a beautiful golden ring that could be opened on the back. Two loops of cloth were attached to the front of the ring, to hold up the upper part of the dress. This upper part only consisted of a single piece of fabric, starting narrow at the rings and getting broader towards the chest, then getting narrower again towards the hips. The back was completely exposed, the fabric only covering her tight ass again.

Her boobs peeked out left and right of the dress (as intended) and the hard nippels close to the edge of the cloth indicated that there was not much room to maneuver.

Her hips were accentuated by the lack of dress and even more so because her supernatural tits were holding the front part up and away from her flat belly. When you looked at her from the side, you could easily see what was on the other side by looking through the hole that was created under her boobs where the cloth wasn't able to touch her body.

The dress was tight around the hips and ass for a couple of inches and then made way for a short, breezy skirt that covered the upper third of her thighs. Her ass was completely covered but shifting ever so slightly resulted in a playful flash of buttcheeks for everyone standing behind her. The outfit was completed by red high heels that would have given a veteran ballet dancer trouble.

Gwen turned her slowly 360 degrees and grinned coyly the whole time.

“You might not even make it to your place near the altar when the guys see you walking past them.“

“Hey! YOU selected this dress.“ Angela smirked, then added after a short pause “Ms show-off.“ She poked Gwen's cleavage with her index finger a few times.

“That's MRS show-off for you.“ Both giggled like school girls.

Gwen turned serious for a moment.

“Wait … where is Amber?“ Amber was Angela's 4 years younger half-sister, same father, different mother and the other bridesmaid.

“Oh, you know her. We just arrived and she was too bashful to be seen in this dress.“

“Really?“ Gwen laughed. “You have to teach that girl how to have fun.“

“Talk about putting the fox in charge of the henhouse.“ Both giggled again and Gwen motioned Angela to sit down on the couch.

“You HAVE to try this sparkling wine. It's extraordinary.“ Gwen quickly grabbed another vase, as if it was the most natural thing, cleaned it quickly over the sink and then filled both vases to the brim.

“Well that's a little unorthodox.“ Angela said as she took the vase from Gwen's hand.

“I know, I know. I didn't have any glasses and leaving the room is out of the question for now. You know I'm a crafty girl.“

“Hear, hear!“ Angela nodded.

They clinked glasses and took several generous gulps each. Angela's eyes widened in amazement as she savoured the taste.

“You are right. It is amazing! What is this stuff?“ she quickly emptied the vase in a single greedy slug, grabbed the bottle for an instant refill and then looked at the label.

“It's a gift from Tess. My very own brand of sparkling white wine. Unfortunately there's only this bottle. I'll have to visit her in Australia to get the rest.“

“Such a shame.“ Angela replied with a little bit of sadness in her voice. “But maybe it's for the best. If we'd have more of this stuff...“ she didn't finish the sentence, but both girls grinned in silence for a few seconds and then polished off their respective vases.

Gwen suddenly got up and almost fell over backwards but caught herself, swaying slightly. She shook the dizziness off. “Don't stand up so fast.“ she reminded herself. She then put on a serious face, which was surprisingly difficult as she fought off the urge to giggle and looked at Angela.

“Enough for now!“ she proclaimed. Maybe a little too loud. But no one noticed.

“Then a slightly awkward silence for 3 seconds as Gwen stared at Angela's sideboobs. She shook the dizziness off again, and forced herself to look into Angela's eyes.

Angela didn't look back though because she already had the bottle in hand and was refilling her vase. She didn't even notice Gwen's lusty glances.

“We have a long day ahead of us. We need to be focused an' sharp an' I still need your help to practice my cow... I mean vow.“

“With those udders?“ Angela pointed at the ever-fighting cleavage. “You don't need to practice your cow, baby.“

Both giggled for a few seconds. Then Angela got up as well and held the bottle up to the light, stepping towards Gwen and gently brushing her sideboob along the redhead's arm. Purely by accident.

“Look. You're right. BUT! The bottle is almost empty. AND! This stuff, no matter how good, will go stale sooner than later. AND! It's your wedding day. You should be in the best mood, have some fun.“ While she was preaching to the choir, she grabbed Gwen's vase, filled it and handed it to her. Then she drank the remaining wine straight from the bottle and turned it upside down to demonstrate that it was now empty.

“See? I told“ the tiniest, cutest burp escaped her while talking „[burp]... you. I apololo – apologize. That fizz didn't want to stay put.“

“Y'know what?“ Gwen playfully ran her index finger along the edge of Angela's exposed part of the breast. Angela responded by instinctively biting her lower lip. “You are right. After all it was a present from a dear friend and it would disrespectfull to not joy – enjoy it thoroughly.“

They each stepped back a little to break the sexual tension and had a few healthy gulps. Angela then placed the empty bottle back on the gift table, picked up the discarded flower and placed it in the bottleneck. It fell through and into the bottle. Angela giggled, shrugged and turned back to Gwen who was now rummaging through a drawer at the bottom of the make-up stand. She was bent over at the hips and gave Angela a good glance of her tiny, white satin panties through the thin fabric of the veil like part of the skirt. So much for breaking the sexual tension.

A few moments later Gwen emerged and held a piece of paper triumphantly in the air. Her vow, obviously.

Angela took it in a quick motion and looked at it. At first she looked puzzled and then burst into laughter. The paper had only „Yes, I do.“ written on it.

“Well of course it's not done YET.“ Gwen pouted which made her look even cuter if that was at all possible. She steadied herself on the stand and knocked the rest of the wine back, almost angrily.

Angela was able to calm down and also finished her drink. Then took the vase from Gwen's hand and set both empty vases next to the bottle.

“Don't worry my dear. Angie's here.“ She put her fists on her hips, trying her best to mimic a Superhero pose by staring into the distance. But it was surprisingly hard to stand still, so her heroic posture was compromised by a bit of swaying back and forth.

She relaxed again and continued:

“We'll write a vow that will make Mr. Steely-eyed tough-as-nails sexy scotsman bawl like a newborn baby.“

“I highly doubt that. But lessss give it a shot.“

They clumsly cleared the table and left the presents on the floor. Only the bottle and vases, as well as a few empty sheets of paper and a pen were left. Then they sat next to each other on the couch and thought in silence for a few seconds. Angela was the first to speak up.

“Ok. Got it. What's the first think you thing of when you thing of McCutiepie?“

“[giggle] … his huge cock, DUH!“

Angela carefully wrote down „Cock (huge)“.

“It's a start. Budd you can't use that as a basis for your vow. Too raunchy.“

“Bah!“ Gwen was a little disappointed. “Then less make it subtle... like... like... using euphimimsns. Eu-phe-mi-sms.“

“Huh?“ Angela was trying to focus on what Gwen was saying but her gaze stuck to the mesmerizing cleavage that was moving slowly back and forth in the corset, trying to escape, as Gwen gestured while speaking. Gwen gently grabbed Angelas chin and forced her to look upwards in her face, moving her a little closer.

“Sorry. You mean 'stead of saying to you“ Angela rested her left hand on Gwen's bosom “'I fell in love with your tight pussy'“ - both girls felt a sensual tingle in their nether regions while Angela spoke the words - “I would say somethin' like 'I fell in love with your juicy... juicy...'“ her right hand was now moving ever so slowly up Gwen's inner thigh. Gwen held her breath in the meantime staring deep into Angela's eyes. Before she could finish her sentence (not that it was going anywhere at this point), Angela leaned in the last few inches and deeply kissed Gwen.

Gwen broke the kiss a few seconds later, to get some air and moaned softly “Wait, swee' … wait. Not now, I'm all dolled up and can't ruin my look before the cermenomy.“ She laid her hand on Angela's to halt her movement towards the sweet spot, but instead noticed that she actually encouraged Angela by moving her hand a bit faster upwards.

Angela was nibbling on Gwen's lip with a big, knowing smile while she was talking and replied: “No worries, baby. Time for your second present.“

And with that Angela slid from the couch onto the floor, pushed Gwen's legs apart and slowly removed the satin panties. Gwen watched with great joy and a few giggles as Angela demonstratively crumbled the tiny piece of cloth together and threw it over her shoulder. She then dove right in. Gwen was already wet (it never needed much to get her going). Angela ran two fingers over Gwen's lips between her legs and then licked them like a lollipop. Gwen closed her eyes and leaned back. Moaning softly now and then while Angela went to work with her experienced tongue and three fingers. A couple of minutes later, Gwen's legs were up on the table, the heels used to lock the legs in place and she gently pushed Angela's head closer to her pussy. She was now close and bit in a pillow to muffle her moans. Finally she came as her whole body tensed up and relaxed completely a couple of moments later, leaving her breathing heavily with a big, bright smile on her face.

“I should consid'der marrying you.“ she said, pulling Angela up to her and giving her a gentle, heartfelt kiss.

Angela chuckled. “You know I'm nod the marrying type.“

Both cleaned up in the bathroom and then went back to the couch, still flushed but happy. Gwen was now visibly more relaxed and sunk down with an audible “Phew“ into the soft couch.

Angela was still standing however. “Look. Before we keep on writening, we need some food for thought. Now that I got your motor running, I need to keep your buzz going as well. That will be my present for Big McCock.“

Gwen was on cloud nine. She blinked at Angela, sat up straight, stuck her chest out, cleared her throat and said „Okay.“ Then she collapsed back into the pile of pillows and giggled.

“I was especting more resistance. But that's Angie's magic tongue for you.“ she giggled as well. “Lissen honeybuns. I will be back in a jiffy. I'll find us a bottle of champagne... [pause] ...maybe two and then we'll write the shit out of this vow.“

“Can't wait!“ Gwen gave her a naughty smile and slapped her tight ass as she turned around to leave. She unlocked the door, peeked into the hallway if anyone was looking and then closed the door behind her. She took a left and kept close to the wall as she needed to steady herself every couple of steps, not noticing the white panties that stuck to her left heel.

“So … are we on the same page, Mr. Nolan?“ Angus McKenna held out his hand.

“Most certainly, Sir.“ Jeremy replied, grabbing McKenna's hand and instantly regretting he didn't embrace for the grasp. McKenna was old but trained. He could turn coal into diamonds with his handshake. At least that's what it felt like.

As Jeremy was trying to withstand the pain in his right hand, a short knock echoed from the large door. It was opened without waiting for a response. Megan Richards walked in with a stern taking-no-bullshit expression on her face.

Megan was in her early 40s and she had taken good care of herself in these 4 decades. Though you could see her age by looking at her hands and her eyes, you would've guessed early 30s, 35 max on the first glance. She graciously walked on shiny black stilettos, that wrapped around her ankle in a leather strap with a small silver buckle. She seemed to be wearing black nylon stockings though you couldn't really tell by the length of her black skirt which ran way below her knees. You COULD tell however that they were stockings by looking a bit more closely. The skirt was so tight that she had to make small, fast steps, one foot in front of the other resulting in a generous butt wiggle. This also showed the outlines of a garter belt on her wide, womanly hips. The skirt started right below where her navel was, held up by a broad, black leather belt with a large, round buckle. Her white blouse was tightly tucked into the skirt and left little to the imagination about her underwear as she was obviously wearing a black lace bra to hold her well rounded B cups. The bra was shimmering through the blouse, unfortunately it was the only thing that shimmered through. The blouse was buttoned up to the long, white neck. Her dark hair was formed into a bun and fixated by a pencil. She was wearing little make-up which wouldn't be necessary at all. Megan was as beautiful with her bright blue eyes as she was dignified. Only one strand of hair refused to cooperate and she repeatedly tucked it behind her right ear where it wouldn't stay longer than a few seconds. She wore large, round earrings made from gold and carried a clipboard in the right hand, pressed against her chest and a big, cube shaped leather suitcase in her left. There seemed to be quite a bit of weight to it.

“Perfect timing Megan, as always. Mr. Nolan, this is Megan Richards, my personal...“

“We still need your decision on which wine to serve with which course.“ She now faces Angus McKenna directly and was ignoring Jeremy, pretending that he didn't even exist.

“Yes. Mr. Nolan, please leave us. You know my rules.“ He handed the gin back to Jeremy. “This is as much a present for her as it is for me. Take it with you.“

Jeremy grabbed the bottle, bowed slightly and said „Ms Richards“, then turned around and left through the large door.

Megan strutted towards the imposing desk and sat the suitcase in the middle of it. She then snapped the latch open and folded each half to the side (similar to an old-timey doctor's bag), revealing an assortment of small bottles and two, chilled glasses in the middle. She then went over to the fully stocked bar, conveniently placed under the bear, grabbed a pitcher of water and a large water glass, carefully placing both next to the suitcase. McKenna closely followed her every move with a smirk and a little sparkle in his eye.

Then she took the glasses out, put them in front of the suitcase and grabbed the first bottle. She looked at it, then looked at the clipboard, back to the bottle, opened it and smelled the fine bouquet. She poured the contents in one of the glasses. The white wine was thick, almost creamy. Then she took the next bottle, looked at it, cross checked with her clipboard, looked back to the bottle, opened it, smelled it and poured it into the other glass. This white wine was not as thick but much darker. Finally she put both empty bottles back into the suitcase.

“These are the possible selections for the aperitif. The first one is a french sherry that's round and fruity but quite dry. The second one is also a french sherry, less dry but also a more nuanced in taste.“

Angus smelled the first wine, then sipped and thought about it. He then set the glass back on the table, took a sip of water from the third, big glass and cleansed his mouth from any residues. Then he repeated the procedure with the other wine.

“Interesting.“ he said, finally looking at Megan. „Both are very much suited. Which one do you prefer?“

“You know that I don't drink, Sir.“

“That is no excuse. This is about taste. There will be many guests who know wine better than me and there will be even more guests who know very little or nothing about wine. Most of them female. I would really appreciate your input. This day needs to be perfect.“

Megan rolled her eyes. “Fine.“ she said unnerved. McKenna couldn't do anything without her. He frequently needed a female opinion on matters. Be it the punch for a summer feast, the whisky selection for a cigar tasting or choosing new cocktails for his private club in the city. She couldn't remember the last time he made a decision without her input. In fact, she couldn't remember much of the decision making process at all. But he always was pleased with the outcome and valued her opinion greatly. Especially since she didn't drink. Ever.

She put her clipboard down and took the first wine glass. Carefully she checked the smell. Then she put the glass to her full lips and swallowed 3 mouthfuls worth of wine and instantly grimaced.

“Maybe a little too sour.“

“That's what dry means my dear.“

“Oh. Lesson learned.“ Angus mentally added „... again.“

She cleanased her mouth with a bit of water as well and then went on to the next sherry. She drank an equal amount and was pleasantly surprised.

“Definetly this one, [hurp] Sir.“

“Excellent. See? I would be lost without your help. Mark it down please.“

“Gladly.“ Megan smiled. It wasn't something she usually did as she tried to be as professional as possible but a compliment from the boss was a compliment from the boss. And she liked that. 

There were still two fingers worth of wine left in both glasses. McKenna took the „sour“ one and handed the other one to Megan.

“To your fine taste.“ he toasted and knocked back the wine.

“Thank you, Sir.“ Megan did the same.

She cleaned the glasses with some water and refilled them, again each one with a different kind of wine. This time it was red wine.

“This is the selection for the firs' course. This is an italian red wine and this one a spanish red wine.“ She had taken her clipboard again but decided she didn't need to read all the details.

“Your turn.“ McKenna said, pushing the italian wine towards her. “Impress me.“

“Cernly.“ the glass was almost empty after she sat it down, letting out an audible “AAAAAH.“ „This one is mighty smooth. Smooooooth. I liiike it.“ and gave McKenna the thumbs up.

“Great. Mark it down!“ he replied.

“Nod so fass [hic]. We havnd dried the spanish one yet.“

“My apologies. I almost forgot.“

“No worries, Sir. Thass why you have me.“ she rested her clipboard holding hand on his chest to underline her importance. That old goat was working out! While keeping her hand on his chest she reached for the other glass, sniffed the air (the glass was nowhere near her nose) and left only little wine.

“Whoooo. Tha [hic] 's nod nearly as smoothy woothy. We'll stay with the first one.“

“A wise decision. Mark it down.“

“Easier said than done“ she thought. Someone printed the list all wibbly wobbly. Didn't she print it herself? No. Impossible. Probably one of the interns. Whatever.

“Couldchoo. Could. You. Take a look at this? I canned fine the box for the sheggmarg... [HIC!] ...pardon me.“

“Of course. How about that, you can keep tasting and I'll do the work for once and note it down. You deserve that.“ Angus McKenna took the clipboard and marked the rest of the list randomly.

“That. Is. SOOOOOO. Shweet... I mean... uh... cernly, Sir.“ Megan focused and regained her posture. No time for idle conversation. It was crunch time. The wedding had to be perfect.

“Okay Megan. The next two wines are whites again, but no sherry this time. Both from Germany. It says here they're more sweet, ideal for fish. Don't forget to clean the glasses.“

“Got it.“ she poured the rest of the first glass into the second glass, then quickly finished it off. Right after that she grabbed the next bottles, one in each hand, and poured them into the glasses. The white wine gained slightly red hue as it mixed with the rest of the red wine. She negligently put the bottles back, one of them fell out instantly and rolled slowly over the desk. Megan didn't even notice.

In mere moments she emptied both glasses and then just stood there, staring into nothingness with a huge grin on her now glowing red face. A little bit of wine dribbled from the corners of her mouth and ran down her neck until it reached the blouse. Suddenly she tumbled forward and caught herself on McKenna's arm. His strong, strong arm.

“It sheems tha' [hic] I loss my balance.“

“It does. But what about the wine?“

“Wha' wine? [hic]“ she held both glasses up demonstratively and giggled into his chest. Several hair strands were now hanging into her face and her eyes were glassy and bloodshot. Her cheeks were brightly red and radiated heat. McKenna gently took the glasses from her and put them back in the suitcase.

“Which one did you prefer.“

“They were bothsssexquisite. Yum yum.“ she licked her lips “Markem down both, bossman!“

“Already done.“ he didn't even look at the clipboard which was now lying next to the suitcase. He carefully touched her glowing cheeks and continued in a worried tone „You're burning up, are you feeling alright?“

“Smatterofact I'm feeling GREAT.“ She stood up straight do demonstrate her greatness. Though she had to hold one of his hands to not fall over. “Bud id issss a bit warm in your office in here. I nee to blousen my ope.“ After fumbling with the buttons for almost a minute without getting anywhere she let out a frustrating sigh, followed by a loud, echoing hiccup. “I canned shee the butt [hic] buttons.“

McKenna to the rescue. He opened up the buttons all the way down to the belt and then swept over her firm tits to straighten the blouse. He could feel her nipples through the bra. Megan had her eyes closed during the whole procedure and only responded with a „Mmmmmmmmm“.

McKenna pretended to look at his pocket watch. “Look at the time. I think we better speed this up, you have so much more to do, right?“

“Sssssactly. Busy busy. Thass me.“ she felt his strong hands grabbing her ass through the skirt. God that felt good.

McKenna let her ass go which resulted in the unsteady assistant falling backwards into one of the chairs. She instantly burst into laughter. He then poured the rest of the water from the glass back into the pitcher and filled it with the wine from the 4 remaining bottles. The result was a bright red … something. He handed the glass to Megan while helping her up at the same time.

“Thangs, Shir.“ she slurred and drank from the glass greedily before she was even upright. “Tasty as fuck!“ she slung her free arm around McKenna and pushed her thigh between his legs. Then she started nibbling on his earlobe while taking short breaks to take a drink.

“You know Megan, there something else I need your help with.“

“An'thin' you wann, sexy [hic].“

“As you know I need to consummate my marriage tonight.“

“Uh-huh [hic] [drink]. Fugg her liddle bimbo brrrrains out! [drink].“

“Exactly.“

“SSSSACTLY! [hic]“ Megan raised her glass to toast to fucking someone's brains out in general. But hers would be preferred right now.

“But I'm not sure if I'm up to it. You know, an old coot like me.“

“Don' you effer talg lige tha' again.“ she pushed further in, rubbing her thigh up and down. “You'ra hann [hic] some man. You' rish as shit [drink]. Annnnnn you're influen [hic] inflaun [hic] ifflu [hic] … powrful.“ she reached down the back of the kilt to feel him up. „Thersh no nee' t'be nervoush [hic] [drink].“

“Thank you. I needed to hear that. But how about a test run. Just to make sure. Would you help me out.“

Megan moved her hand into the front of the kilt. “THANG GOD, YESH! … [hic] … I mean … [hic] cernly, Shir.“ and with that she emptied the rest of the glass and let it roll to the floor.

McKenna turned her around in a quick motion which made Megan squeak with joy. He then bent her over the desk, removed her belt, opened the zipper of the tight skirt and let it fall to the ground. He admired her toned ass for a few moments and then pulled her black panties to the side. Megan bit her lip in anticipation, interrupted by the odd hiccup. Finally he grabbed her hips and rammed her with a forceful thrust forward. Megan let out a half moan, half scream and then sunk her head into her hands, focussing only on the sensation.

20 Minutes later, Johann's intercom clicked and he heard the voice of his boss. “Ms Richards is a bit tired. Please send someone to bring her to her room.“

“Yes, Sir. Should I send for someone to clean up as well?“

“Yes, Johann. Please do.“

Jeremy walked through the long and wide hallways of the mansion, lost in thought.

He repeated what McKenna said in his head. Over and over again. It was not wise to go against a man of this caliber. He was probably not used to getting “No“ for an answer and would react accordingly. It would be even worse to disregard his clear instructions. On the other hand … it should be really easy to duck out if push came to shove. But he gave his word. Jeremy always kept his word.

He stopped, scratched his chin and stared blankly at the gift-wrapped bottle in his hand. “Fuck it.“ he said audibly and the empty hallway echoed a whispered “fuck it“ back. Jeremy turned around, walked back a bit and took a right with decisiveness in his steps. He came to a halt in front of a door, took a deep breath and knocked.

Gwen was happily watching the TV. She might even turn it back on sooner or later. But for now she enjoyed the glow. Unfortunately she was harshly interrupted by someone knocking on the door. It couldn't be Angela, she'd just left. Gwen tried to clear her head, got up and adjusted the pillows. Both those on the couch and those in the corset. “C'min please.“ she chirped.

Her eyes grew wide as did her smile when Jeremy walked in and closed the door behind him. Jeremy planned on saying the first words but seeing Gwen in that wedding dress wiped all of his thoughts clean out of his brain. He just stood there, jaw on the floor, trying not to forget to breathe.

Gwen giggled. “I take you like it?“. She playfully struck a few poses, turned around, wiggled her round ass a little and then stepped towards Jeremy to hug him.

“You... you look.“ Jeremy stammered, trying to find his composure.

“Yeeeees?“ Gwen made a cute face, batting her eyelashes at him.

“I don't think a fitting word has been invented yet. Breathtaking would be a good start.“

“Daaaaaaaww. Thang you!“ Gwen leaned in and tightly hugged him. Pressing her massive tits into his chest while gently rubbing his back. Jeremy returned the hug. From the corner of his eye he noticed the empty bottle and two crystal vases standing on the table and smirked. As they loosened the hug he went back to a straight face.

“Congratulations Gwen! I'm glad you finally found the one.“

“Tha's so sweet. Please, have a shea... a seat.“

They sat down opposite of each other with the table between them. Gwen leaned forward a bit and rested her elbows on her juicy thighs, making sure Jeremy could take a good, long look at the goods whenever he wanted to. “Naughty Gwen. Naughty.“ she scolded herself, which made her giggle. “So Jeremy, tell me, how's life treated you in the pass months... es?“

Jeremy smiled at her. Mostly because he found that slight slur and her attempts to hide it incredibly sexy. “Oh you know. Ups and downs, the usual. No news are good news, right?“

“Suuuuure.“ she dismissed the question with a wave of her hand which made her bulging cleavage jiggle in return. “Any new girl I nee' to meet?“ she grinned with her most inquisitive voice.

“Heh … well … no. VERY tough to find someone who is able to hold a candle to you.“

Gwen smiled brightly and layed one of her hands on Jeremy's knee. “Thanksh you big sweetie. But... but you gotta get out there, you know? Let the ladies know what they're miss sing.“

“That's nice of you to say.“ Jeremy laid his hand on hers. A jolt of pleasure went through Gwen's body but after a few moments she slowly removed the hand to adjust her stockings. “Bad girl. BAD!“ she thought, giggling silently.

“Look. I know this is a little bit awkward but I really appreciate your invitation. I am glad I could be here.“ Jeremy looked up as he just remembered something “I brought you this. I hope you'll like it.“ and presented the bottle to her.

“Oh! You shouldn't have.“ Gwen nonchalantly ripped the shiny foil apart to reveal the bottle of top shelf gin. “My favourid!“ she gasped and leaned over to hug him again. “You 'membered!“

“It looks like I might need to disappear quickly after the ceremony and I probably can't stay for the party.“ he said with a sad face. “That's why I'm here now. I was hoping we could have a toast and talk a little about the good old days, since I might not get the chance to do that later.“

Gwen looked a little disappointed. “Nooooo.“ she pouted. “You hav' to stay!“ she leaned over again and grabbed his arm. Has he been working out? Nice!

“I'm so, so sorry. But I can't guarantee that I can. What do you say? A quick one for old times' sake?“ Jeremy pointed at the gin.

“I'd love to sweetie. But … I really need to stay as sharp as a tack. There's enough time for that at the party?“ she inquisitively raised her voice.

“I know. I know. Again, I can't make any promises and I would never forgive myself if I didn't use this opportunity. You still have some time, right?“

“Yeah.“ Gwen gave up. She was feeling bad for him. The party would be off the hook. Jeremy would have definitely gotten some ass and wouldn't have to be so sad anymore. But under these circumstances she decided to accommodate him with a couple of minutes of smalltalk. “Fine. One toas'. But when I need to get ready, I need to get ready to get ready and might throw you out. So I can get ready.“

“Great! Gwen, you're the best. You made me the happiest man. Well … until in a couple of hours of course." Both laughed as Jeremy filled both vases up with the expensive gin.

“Isn' that a liddl much?“ Gwen asked.

‘I thought these weird glasses were smaller. Are they designer ware?“

“Uhhhh... yes, sure.“

“That also means I can probably squeeze out five more minutes of your time.“

“Hihi, that's true. So Mr. Nolan, tell me, what do you wanna toas' to?“

Jeremy thought for a few seconds then raised his glass and replied: “May your glass be ever full. May you have a roof above your head. And may you have 15 minutes in heaven, before the devil knows you're dead.“

Gwen giggled. “I'll dring to that!“They clinked glasses and Jeremy watched as Gwen downed half of the vase in a single swallow.

“Looks like someone has been practicing.“

“Hihi. Thas' just because this gin is so smooth and tasty. Mostly gin's like... like rubbing allocol. But not this, no sireee.“ she took another swig while Jeremy put his vase back on the table, not even sipping the gin.

“So Mrs McKenna. Tell me, how did you and the scot meet?“

“Welllll... I was onna, onna [hic] sorry. I went on a cruise after we bro-[hic], sorry, up. You know, t'clear my head, bake in the sun, just led my mine wander.“

“Yeah, I can understand that. I did the same thing but in my parents' basement.“

“Dawwww. [hic] – so Angus was on the cruise, too. And one day I was 'proachd by one of the sea... persns and assed to sit witha capn [hic]. DAMN THIS HICCUP.“ Gwen held her breath forcefully for half a minute then let out all the air at once. It smelled like a lot of expensive booze. “Better.“ she took a sip from the glass. “Anywho. I sad at the capns … whooo ...“ Gwen suddenly became unsteady and had to grab Jeremys arm. She shook her head “Shouldn't have hold my breast that long. Breath.“ she giggled loudly.

“If you don't want to hold your breast anymore, I'm up for it.“ Jeremy replied only half-jokingly.

“I betcha dooo.“ Gwen released his arm and poked his nose with the tip of her finger. Not at the first try of course. Sneaky Jeremy moved his nose out of the way the first 2 times, even though his head stayed perfectly still. Tricky, tricky Jeremy. “Shoooo. I was siddin' at the table and they brought out this huuuuuge bowl of fruit punshhh. Sponsered by Angus. Twas tasty as hell and Angus was delighted tha' I njoyed it sho mush [hic]. So we starred talkin' yadda yadda yadda and the res' is history. As they say. [hic].“ Gwen was now visibly flushed. Her eyes were glassy and she had a constant, stupid grin on her face.

“A true lovestory for the ages.“ Jeremy reached over and gently touched her upper thigh. Gwen could barely suppress a soft moan and instead let out a loud “HIC“. She quickly held her hand in front of her mouth and giggled.

“Take tiny sips, but as many as possible in a short time. That always helps me.“

“Aye aye capn.“ Gwen saluted. The rapid movement made her breasts sway from left to right, causing the whole corset to shift. In many, tiny sips she emptied the glass. Then blinked and waited a few seconds.

“There you go.“ Jeremy said.

“Doggdor Jeremy. A doc you can truss.“ She instinctively held out the empty vase. Jeremy didn't hesitate a millisecond and filled the glass to the brim. “Thanksh honeybunsh. Bud thish [hic] hash t'be the absolutely, deffnily, lash one [hic]. I shdill have to finish my vow and ged reanny and stuff.“

“Aw, come on Gwen. We're having so much fun.“

“I cand resis [hic] your pubby eyes. Ok. One more afder tha' bud then you're out buster.“ she giggled and took a big gulp. “Aaah. Smooth as a baby's butt [hic].“

“I can assure you. No baby in the world got anything on the smoothness of your own butt.“

Gwen gave him a lustful gaze. „You oughta know shweedie.“

A few gulps of gin should calm her down. Damn it. She was horny as hell and it was still hours until she could get her greedy hands on Angus. Maybe she could take him out for a spin after she finished her vase. Her vow. She could finish her vase anytime. But the vow. The vow. Nonono. It's bad luck for the husband to see the bride before her walk to the altar. Maybe Angela would help her out again. Yeeeeeah. Great plan.

“Gwen?“

She shook the stupid grin off her face. “Shorry. Wha'? [hic]“

“I asked if you have anything special planned for the wedding night. I mean your wedding dress practically counts as lingerie. How do you plan to top that?“

“Wouln' you lige to know?“ she leaned forward slowly and breathed a boozy kiss on his cheek. “No demonstrayshn. But I'll show ya, ya cutie lil' naughddy pie.“

In a quick motion she finished off the vase and stood up. At least she tried to. Her first attempt failed completely and she immediately fell back onto the pillows. Then she grabbed the table and pulled herself forward and up with both hands. But the table started moving and she fell back again, now constantly giggling with the occasional hiccup.

The third try finally succeeded. And she was standing, dangerously unsteady, but standing. She held onto the couch and carefully made her way over to the make-up stand. What would have been a couple of steps took her almost a minute. Every step she swayed sideways, caught herself, focused, swayed back, focused again, etc. When she almost had reached her goal she stumbled a few steps back and had to start over again. In the end she made it to the stand, put her high heeled legs apart to have a more „safe“ posture and bent over at the hips to search in one of the lower drawers. Of course she didn't ever notice that she was not wearing any panties anymore.

Jeremy followed the spectacle with great joy and increasing arousal. But now that Gwen bent over, seeing her glossy peach in all its glory, his blood rushed from his head to his cock with mach 2. No turning back now. He took his still full vase and walked over to Gwen who was still searching for something. He held the vase at the height of her head with his right hand while slowly and carefully rubbing her right ass cheek with his left hand, inching slowly towards her pussy.

“Thangsh.“ she cooed „... and thangsh for th' refill as well.“ She gave him a seductive wink and sipped from the vase. At that point she had totally forgotten what she was doing over here anyway. But she kept her upper body down and her long legs straight.

“Come on Gwen, don't tease me. Show me what you bought.“

Ah, right. That was it. She reached deeper into the drawer and enjoyed the sensations emanating from her behind. She was becoming increasingly wet down there. Or rather up there, at least at the moment. Then she found what she was looking for. She stumbled sideways as she came back up, Jeremy catching her and the vase.

“Whoopshiedaisy.“ Gwen giggled and drank greedily from the vase while rubbing her ass slowly against Jeremys bulging pants. “Mmmmmmm. I almos' forgot how big you were, baby. [hic] ALMOS'“ she turned around, putting the vase on the stand and holding up what could only be described as a white piece of nothing.

“Tadaaaa.“

The nighty (or whatever it was) was completely see-through with a few, thicker flower patterns here and there. It had no straps but a pair of tight sleeves that ended in frills. So the wearer would have her shoulders exposed and the whole thing would be kept up by only sheer (pun intended) will and some magnificent breasts. Judging from the length it would BARELY cover her crotch. Not that it would have made any difference, since you could look right through it anyway.

“Wow. That thing could cure blindness if worn by the right person.“

“Hihihi. Tha's th' … th' idea.“ Gwen had increasingly trouble to talk and she noticed. “I bedd h-you [hic] you're singkin' how I [hic] how I would loog in thish riiiiiiide now.“ She decided talk wasn't necessary at this point anymore. She let the silky nothing glide back into the open drawer and gave Jeremy a hard push towards the couches. He complied, stepped back and sat down on the edge of a couch, constantly fixating her.

She finished the rest of the gin from the vase, put it back and slowly got on her hands and knees. She tried to focus on the Jeremy in the middle while gin dribbled from her broadly grinning mouth onto the carpet. Then she started crawling seductively towards the waiting ex-boyfriend. Her massive jugs swaying dangerously in the corset. About halfway to the couch they decided that enough was enough and popped out of the top. Her rock hard nippels were now exposed. Her arms gave in once or twice which caused her breasts to brush over the carpet. That felt good. Really good. Really, really good and steadily increased her lust. At this point she was basically on auto-pilot.

When she reached Jeremy she sunk her head into his lap and clumsily opened the zipper of his suit pants with her teeth. His solid cock sprung out immediately. Her eyes widened „Boy-oh-boy did I missh you.“ Gwen whispered to the erect penis while gently stroking it.

Jeremy grabbed her by the shoulders and sat her on the table, pushing her legs apart and pulling her „skirt“ up above her waist. Gwen squeaked with glee. Then she grabbed his tie and pulled him down slowly. “Gently, baby [hic]. You'no's [hic] You know issa tighty tight tight fidd.“ Then she kissed him like it was the first time. Suddenly she threw her head back and moaned loudly as Jeremy slowly entered her tight, wet pussy. She looked back up lustfully with a little bit of pain in her ecstatic eyes and laid her index finger on Jeremy's lips.

“Shhhhhhhh.“ she said breathless “You cannod be so loud [hic] somemom, someonesh moms might hear …“ she interrupted her sentence to moan loudly again “hear you.“

Jeremy grabbed the gin bottle and, while increasing the thrust frequency, poured gin straight into Gwens mouths between moans and hiccups.

40 minutes and 2 position changes later, the bottle was empty.

Gwen layed flat on her stomach on the couch with her eyes closed. One leg resting on the table, the other spread apart widely on the armrest of the couch. Her tits were bulging out from under her, her backside was dripping with all sorts of liquids and she was snoring lightly with the biggest grin on her bright red face.

Jeremy cleaned up a little in the bathroom, put his pants back on and made sure he looked presentable. Then he gave a thumbs up to the hidden camera in the TV and left the room.

In his office, Angus McKenna pressed the “Stop“ Button on his recording software. He saved the movie file as “insurance.mpg“ and copied it to a folder with his legal paperwork for the wedding.

“Well done Mr Nolan.“ he said to no one in particular. “You've earned your stay.“

Angela was going in circles. She hasn't seen a single soul in the last couple of minutes. But she swore that she heard something that sounded an awfully lot like an ecstatic scream from the direction of Gwen's room. Poor girl was probably still running hot. Angela giggled. Maybe she would have to exhaust her friend a little more when she came back. But first the champagne. If she could only find anyone to ask directions. Finally she decided to head downstairs and look there. If everything else failed she'd just steal two bottles from the greeting area that was now set up and ready.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a door closing ahead. She looked up and saw something that got her blood pumping again.

At the end of the corridor Gisele, one of the maids, emerged from what seemed to be a huge room with a bucket full of cleaning supplies in her hand. The two winged doors with silver lions heads snapped shut. Gisele turned around and noticed Angela at the other end of the hallway. The bombshell in the red dress seemed to be somewhat  unsteady as she had to correct her path a few times while walking towards the maid. It was probably due to the piece of cloth that was stuck to her heel.

Gisele was an 18 year old French girl. She had a full head of very curly, shiny, raven black hair that could barely be tamed. As a result, the left half of her face was almost always covered by the thick luscious mane and she frequently tucked it behind her ear so she could actually see with both eyes. She had a doll-like face with big, blue eyes. Her skin was very light, silky, almost like porcelain. Her body was athletic and toned to perfection. She wasn't very curvy but her movements were elegant, flowing and sensual. Gisele was wearing the 'official' uniform, handpicked by Angus McKenna himself. A tight, black french-maid costume was showing off every detail of her slender, teenage body. It had no sleeves and a wide but short skirt. The outfit was completed by black silk stockings, black high heels, a white, lacey apron, white, lacey, fingerless gloves and a matching ruffled head piece.

She put down the bucket and walked towards Angela. “May I 'elp you?“ she inquired with a cute, but fake, french accent. All part of the work contract.

“I bet you do.“ Angela thought. Then she said loudly: “Yes. I'm in dire nee... need of two bottles of champlain. Champagne.“

‘Ah, oui! Follow me please.“

‘Believe me. I would like like … like nothin' better!“

Gisele put some extra sway into her steps as she led Angela down the stairs. Her left and right butt cheeks alternatingly appeared under the rim of the skirt, then vanished up again. It was hypnotic. And that girl sure as hell did squats. Gisele left the main building via a side entrance, Angela following closely. They then walked over a paved way through the blooming garden towards a small, hut-like building. Gisele bent a bit over as she was unlocking the door and was happy when she could see in the corner of her eye that it had the desired effect on Angela, who was now blatantly staring and playing absentmindedly with one of her nippels through the thin fabric of her dress. But she snapped out of it when the door opened with a loud “CLANK“. A wooden spiral staircase was leading down to what turned out to be the wine cellar.

The bottom of the spiral staircase ended in the middle of a spacious round area. The stone walls were lined with 8 large wine barrels. Each of them had a different origin stamp and date burned into them. Under the barrels were small tables with metal bowls to catch any dripping from the spigots. At the opposite site a broad corridor led further into the ground. Old wooden shelves framed both sides of the corridor, filled with hundreds of bottles, carefully sorted by age, type and origin. At the end of the corridor another large door led to a different part of the mansion. To the left of the door was a kitchen elevator leading up.

Gisele strutted down the corridor. Angela was following her slowly, not knowing where to look first. The ridiculous amounts of booze and the incomparable selection made her head swim and aroused her at the same time. Her ongoing buzz might have something to do with that as well.

Gisele pointed at several wine racks, “C'est Monsieur McKenna's personal selection. And 'ere we 'ave the champagne rack.“ The athletic teenager stopped in front of a 15 feet tall shelf with a rollable ladder attached to it. Each row of bottles was labelled, displaying name, region of origin and date. „Which one would you like?“

Angela smirked. “I've heard so much 'bout... A-bout the 'Crane Minage' and woul' LOVE to try it.“ she explained as she pointed to the top row.

“Oui. Of course.“ Gisele grabbed the ladder, rolled it into position, locked it into place and began climbing the ladder. She didn't have to look down to know what was going on. She didn't mind. On the contrary. Gisele took it extra slow... saftey first!

Angela locked her lusty stare on the 18 year old, silky ass while slowly squeezing her left nipple under the red cloth of her dress. She was in desperate need of some action and decided to take matters into her own hands.

Gisele took one of the bottles, descended a few steps and handed it down to Angela. Angela instantly removed the wrapping and the cage. By the time Gisele reached the wine cellar floor she heard a loud “POP“. Surprised, she looked at the charmingly smiling Angela saying “Cheers.“ and watched her take several large sips straight from the bottle. Followed by a loud “Aaaaaah“ and a cute but equally loud burp.

“That's the … the stuff.“ Angela proclaimed, carefully wiping the corners of her mouth with her thumb. “Try it!“ she held out the bottle.

“Non. Non. Non. Non.“ the petite french maid replied, shaking her head and her raised hands in defense. „Je suis how do you say? Under age? Oui? Monsieur McKenna was ADAMANT. Don't touch the alcohol.“

“Oh come on. Firss of all. What's the legal drinking age in your home counnry?“

“Sixteen.“ - it was twenty one of course, but Gisele was a professional. Keep up the appearance.

“See!? Also, I won' tell anyone if you have a teeny tiny little tiny … uhm … little swig. It's really tasty.“ Angela demonstratively took another pull from the bottle, then put her hand flat on her belly, rubbing it and saying „Mmmmmm.“

Gisele looked at the spiral staircase then over her shoulder towards the other door. There was a big party going on. All personnel buzzing around. No one would notice, right?

Hesitantly she took the bottle with both hands. „Promise!“ she looked at Angela with a bit of fear in her right eye. The left one was covered by curly blackness.

“Promise.“ Angela nodded.

Gisele's face disappeared completely behind the large bottle as she carefully drank a mouthful of champagne in small sips. She smacked her lips afterwards with an inquisitive expression on her face. Suddenly she light up. „Délicieux.“ she squeaked and had a few more. Then she handed the bottle back. “It's all tingly, n'est-ce pas?“.

“Oh it gess better!“

The inexperienced maid felt wonderful. Not only made the champagne feel her tingly in all the right places but it also calmed her down and warmed her up. Only a few moments had passed and she already wondered why she was ever so nervous of getting caught. Still, she had to be vigilant.

“C'est le best champagne?“ she asked innocently as she took the bottle for a few more sips.

“I don' know to be honess [hic]... 'scuse me.“ the brunette bimbo seemed a little more unsteady than before. Also a lot more fuzzy. And wibbly. And wobbly. „But isss mos' cernly one of the strongesss.“ Angela giggled. Gisele joined in only moments later. She didn't know why it was so funny. It just was.

“Angela now took much larger pulls from the bottle. When she came up for air, she held the bottle out with one hand. Gisele already couldn't wait for her turn and eagerly reached out to grab it. But the momentum caught her tingly and weakened legs off guard and she stumbled forward. At the same time Angela hiccuped and lost her balance, the heavy bottle pulling her forward as well.

The tipsy ladies bumped into each other chest to chest. Gisele instinctively held her hands in front of her to soften the blow and grabbed both of Angela's enhanced tits. Angela moaned softly and swung the still stretched arm with the bottle around Gisele's tiny waist.

“Excuse moi. Ssssswas an acci and acci … accident.“ she proclaimed while staring down at the surgeons handywork. She slid her hands down slowly moving the fabric of the skimpy dress towards the middle so that both hard nipples were exposed. Then she gently freed herself from Angela's grasp, took the bottle and swallowed large gulps while stumbling back a bit. Even though her movements were now visibly more sluggish and uncontrolled, she was still moving slow and pronounced. Like the body of a snake, caressing its way up a tree.

“Don' worry 'bout it [hic]. You can do tha' any dime you like.“ Angela didn't show the slightest inclination to fix her dress.

“Tha's berry gracious of … of you [hip] ma belle.“ Gisele laughed. Champagne was the best. From now on she'd have champagne for breakfast, lunch and supper AND inbetween. Of course she had to be sneaky and careful but it was worth it. She decided to drink to that.

“Hey! No' so greedy you sessy little [hic] minx.“

Angela took the bottle from her and emptied it with a couple of forceful gulps. She belched and then collapsed into giggles while leaning against the wall for support.

“Mon dieux. 's all [hip] gone!“ now Gisele was sad. She was resting with her back against one of the shelves.

“Don' worry sessy.“ Angela swayed towards Gisele and helped her stand. Each slung an arm around the other's waist, Angela rested her hand on one of Gisele's ass cheeks. “I wanna tr[hic] … try sumthin' else.“

The boozed beauties made their way back to the large, circular room, swaying from side to side. Each doing her best to steady the walk when they got too close to a wall by holding out the free arm.

Angela carefully sat the cute french girl down next to one of the barrels. Gisele's face was now bright pink, her visible eye already blood-shot and her smile broad, heartily but stupid. “Wha' [hip] wha' we doin' 'ere mademoiselle?!“

“You'll shee.“ Angela triumphantly adjusted the metal bowl and opened the spigot. Red wine was pouring into the bowl and filling it quickly. Once it was two thirds full, she stopped the flow and grabbed the bowl with two hands. She was barely able to lift it. The wine was sloshing around inside the bowl and caused a good amount to miss her mouth and run down her chin, neck and finally her breasts.

Gisele watched her the whole time and was massively turned on. She mindlessly removed her black panties and started rubbing her puffy lips while focusing on Angela. Then she pulled herself up on the table and started licking the wine from Angela's upper body while she was still drinking. She then sat down the bowl and pulled Gisele up to her face to give her a long and sloppy kiss. Angela's mouth was still full of wine. She pressed the red liquid into Gisele's mouth who swallowed greedily. Drips of wine were now running down both girls' faces.

“Yrrr trrrrrn.“ Angela mumbled as she tried to gently push Gisele's head towards the bowl. But she missed a couple of times and Gisele already started drinking. She couldn't lift the heavy bowl and instead bent over and tilted it a bit so she could slurp the delicious wine like a hot noodle soup.

Angela stroked the maids' beautiful hair with one hand and caressed her wet pussy with the other. Gisele was in heaven. She couldn't believe what she had been missing out on. But not anymore she thought.

When she came up, her face was red from the wine and the intoxication. She was cockeyed and grinning like a maniac. She stumbled backwards, bumped with her ass into the barrel and slowly slid down until she hit the ground. Her costume got pulled up over her firm, perky breasts so she decided she could get rid of it. Angela decided the same thing and helped her remove it. But both were now at a point where planning  and coordinating a removal of clothing was a complicated task. After some pulling and stretching as well as a lot of giggling and kissing, Gisele was finally naked except for her heels, stockings and the head piece.

“Merci. Shooo aaa [hip] aaaaare my bessss frien' inn [hip] inna whoooooole worrrl.“ Gisele made a sweeping gesture. Angela sunk down into her arms, sucking on her tits.

“Nnnnnnnnnn“ Gisele closed her eyes and started rubbing herself again.

“I nee' [hip] I nee' some cock!“ Gisele explained. Angela started nibbling for a moment and answered “Yeahmedooo.“

“Don't worry ladies, I got you covered.“ a male voice belonging to one of the waiters suddenly appeared from the doorway.

The girls looked surprised, then looked at each other blearily, smiled, looked back to the waiter and motioned him to come closer with their index fingers.

Jeremy wandered the hallways aimlessly. Had he done the “right“ thing? Surely not. Getting Gwen to sleep with him on camera so McKenna had something in hand if the marriage got sour wasn't his proudest moment. But then again, it didn't take much convincing. Just thinking about her got his motor running again. Whatever... what's done is done. And it's not like he didn't enjoy every single second. He decided a couple of drinks for himself would be a good plan right about now. He walked past a serving cart one of the waiters left unattended. Jeremy looked around and wondered where he went. Probably down into the cellar, judging by the open door. Jeremy made sure no one was looking and grabbed a full bottle of bourbon. He then went upstairs to find a quiet room to think things over.

But he didn't make it far. When he turned a corner he bumped into a girl, wearing a thick, brown winter coat. Only the red high heels were visible. A second glance revealed that it was Amber Marie, Angela's half-sister.

You could definitely see the relationship. They shared the same doll-like features but Amber's eyes were a more narrow and her nose even smaller thanks to her Japanese Mother. She had long and straight dark hair and full red lips. Amber was looking a little nervous initially but now that she ran into Jeremy that turned into coldness in an instant.

“Of course. Of all the people I could run into, I run into you.“ her smooth voice sounded annoyed.

Amber wasn't Jeremy's greatest fan, to put it mildly. She never understood what Gwen saw in him when they were dating and made sure that he knew at every opportunity.

“I'm sorry Amber.“ Jeremy replied “I didn't see you coming around the corner. Are you all right?“

“I'm fine... not thanks to you.“

“What's with the get-up?“ Jeremy pointed up and down the long coat.

“Have you seen what Gwen wants us to wear? It's ridiculous!“

Amber was always shy about her looks. Not that it was actually warranted but she just wasn't as outgoing as her older sister or Gwen. She was always the designated driver and has tried to keep them out of trouble (which failed most of the time).

“No, I haven't. Show me.“ Jeremy grinned teasingly.

“Yeah, right. You wish!“ Amber replied frostily “Do you know where Gwen's room is?“

That very moment Jeremy formed an ingenious evil plan. No way he could bring her to Gwen's room now. But he'd delay and “soften“ the inevitable a little.

“Yes. Actually you just missed it.“ he pointed to an open door further down the hallway.

“Oh. Okay. Thanks … I guess.“ Amber walked off the lower part of the coat swaying profoundly. Jeremy followed her closely.

“She's not there at the moment, but I guess we can wait. She's meeting up with Angela to finish her vow … or something?“ he said after they entered the empty room and closed the door.

“Great. Just great.“ Amber was visibly angry. “Now I have to wait here with YOU.“

“Listen. I know we didn't get along. But this is Gwen's day. Don't you think we can bury the hatchet for the next 24 hours?“

Amber thought for a second then growled a little (it sounded more like an angry purr) and replied: “Fine.“ she held out her hand and Jeremy shook it with a smile.

“Should we drink to it?“ he raised the bottle to face height.

“No. You know I don't touch alcohol, idiot.“

“Hey. What happened to the peace treaty?“

“I'm sorry.“ Amber looked down with a little bit of shame in her bright brown eyes. “But seriously. I never touched a drop of alcohol and I know what it does to Gwen and Angela.“

“Understandable. You should seriously consider it though. Not only will it show your determination to make the best of this situation...“

Amber interrupted him: „Very funny.“

“... but it'll also help with your dress.“

“What? How so?“

“It'll calm you down, get you relaxed and you won't worry so much about that dress. You can't change it now anyway and everyone will see it later at the ceremony.“

Amber opened her eyes in shock. She hadn't thought about that. She couldn't run around in the coat all day. It was way too warm anyway.

“Again: Remember that this day is not about you, it's about Gwen.“

“GAH!“ Amber caved. „I hate it when you make sense.“ and for the fist time in a long time, Jeremy saw a genuine smile on her face.

Jeremy looked around the room. It was smaller than Gwen's room. Instead of a large mirror make-up stand there was a round table with 6 chairs. On the table was a pitcher of water with 6 glasses on a silver tray. Instead of couches, a large bed took up most of the space. Obviously one of the guest rooms.

He stepped past her and pulled a chair away from the table, inviting Amber to sit down. She noticed her smile and dropped it quickly but then said “Thanks.“ and sat on the offered chair. Jeremy sat next to her, filling 2 glasses with two fingers worth of bourbon.

Now. Take a small sip and tell me if you like it.“

Amber smelled the glass carefully and took a small sip. She instantly grimaced and coughed. After she caught her breath she said with a raspy voice.

“How the HELL can you enjoy this stuff?“

“It's an acquired taste.“ Jeremy laughed.

“It doesn't help one bit.“ Amber pouted. God she looked cute when she did that.

“It usually takes two or three … or four drinks until it works it's magic.“

“If I drink more than one of this, I'm going to be sick!“ but just as she said the words she could feel the warmth in her stomach. The burning in her throat subsided. Not so bad after all. But she sure didn't want Jeremy to know.

“It's not your taste, I get it. Try drinking it faster. Don't swallow it. Knock the whole thing back and let it 'bounce' off your throat.“

“I … I don't know.“ Amber already decided but it was fun to get on Jeremy's nerves a little.

“Look.“ Jeremy to a big gulp and set the glass back on the table. He didn't move any facial muscle. „Just like that.“

Amber poured the whole contents into her mouth, held her nose closed and swallowed. She coughed a few times but it was over far quicker than the first time. Again she felt the spreading warmth and enjoyed it with an audible but silent „nnnnnn“.

“Okay. But I'm still not feeling very relaxed or … or … nnnn … calm.“ she had to close her eyes for a second as the alcohol reached her brain.

“That's because that wasn't nearly enough alcohol to take effect.“ Jeremy didn't waste any time to refill her glass with an equal amount. „Try it again. You should feel it in only a few minutes.“

Again, Amber knocked back the brown liquid. This time she didn't even cough or had to hold her nose closed. Actually, it didn't taste that bad after all.

Jeremy wanted to give her another refill but Amber put her hand on the glass.

“That's 'nuff … enough. Thang you.“ she was now feeling the effects, she was a little woozy but she felt great. No wonder Gwen and Angela were so obsessed with alcohol. “I thing … think. I better take it sloooooow.“ she didn't notice her slight slur and underlined the 'slow' with a hand gesture.

“So you're feeling less nervous now?“

“I'm … I'm definne... definini. That's a har' word. De-fi-nete-ly.“

“Yeah? Definetely what?“

“Definelly better. More relaxed. You were right. It does work its magic.“ she giggled.

“Does that mean I can see the dress now?“ Jeremy winked at her teasingly.

“Heehee. Nope! 's way too skimpipy … skimpy.“

“Damn! Now I want to see it even more.“ Jeremy laughed.

“I take that as a complimen'.“ Amber smiled at him. He was kind of cute, that suit suited him. She giggled at the brilliant play of words.

“But we never drank to burying the hatchet. You owe me at least that one.“

“Okay okay. I don' go back on my word. Fill 'er up.“

Jeremy didn't delay and poured her more than before. The expected complaint did not arrive. He clinked glasses with her, still nursing his first glass, looked into her eyes and said: “To a new, lasting friendship.“

“Tha's so sweet.“ Amber tilted her head a little to the side and then all the way back to polish off the bourbon.

“You know? 's nod so bad affer all.“ she stated after a 10 second silence and patted Jeremy on his shoulder with her free hand. To his surprise, the hand stayed there and started playing with his neck hair. It didn't seem like Amber noticed.

Her cheeks were pinkish red and her focused gaze got bleary.

She put the glass down and stood up while holding on to the table so she wouldn't stumble... more than she already did.

“Lissn. It's way too hod for this coat. I'ma take it off now. Please keep your han's to yourself.“ she said, trying to mimic a flight assistant. But she couldn't keep a straight face and started to giggle again. Then she teasingly took the coat off, only inches away from Jeremy's face.

Amber's legs were a bit shorter than Angela's. Her whole frame was a bit more petite. Instead of implants she still had her natural, perky As. Since the fabric of the dress didn't stretch over two mounds the front part was moving pretty freely, resulting in more than one nipple flash while she was taking the coat off (of course she didn't wear a bra either). What she was lacking in the breast department, she made up more than plentiful in the ass department. She had a booty. There was no other word for it. A huge, firm, delicious, delicious booty. The dress couldn't handle that much ass. It stopped about halfway of her impressive behind and not only revealed the back AND front of her way too tiny thong, but also her thick majestic thighs.

Jeremy, for the second time, couldn't close his mouth. “Holy... moly.“ he was able to stutter after a couple of moments.

Amber instantly felt a rush of shame but also arousal. “Don't shtare.“ she said as she fell back on the chair, her big booty wobbling for an extra second or two after she already stopped moving. She held out her glass.

Jeremy filled it with such speed, you'd think his life depended on it. Again there was a little more bourbon than last time.

Amber knocked it back without hesitation. A huge hiccup rocked her body, moving the front part of the dress so one of her breasts got some air. Without thinking she tucked on the cloth with her free hand, covering the naughty bit. That freed the other boob of course and it took her a few tries to completely cover up.

“Shdill nervs.“ she held out her glass and hiccupped again.

Jeremy didn't even bother to pour an adequate amount, he filled the glass to the brim.

Amber swallowed half of the glass in two gulps, like a desert traveller who didn't see water for 2 days straight and then came to an oasis.

“Y'know, I shoul've [hic] lissnd to ma sissa an' Gwen.“ as she was speaking, Amber slung her left arm around Jeremy's shoulders and pulled herself onto his lap. She had a bit of trouble and rubbed herself all over his body. But in the end she made it. Her breasts were once again exposed but she didn't care anymore.

“Hi.“ she whispered into his ear, her breath smelling strongly of bourbon. Then she giggled into his chest. Suddenly her head came up again. She looked at Jeremy with wide open eyes and a huge smile while she carefully moved her ass on his lap. „HI!“ she exclaimed.

“Now I [hic] geddid. 's no wonner Gwen was'all ova you alla time [hic].“

“Well thank you for noticing.“ Jeremy refilled the glass again even though it wasn't empty. Amber took that as her queue to drink heartily.

“Now tha's wha' I need[hic] … ed. Bud now thersh [hic] sumthn else I require phromm you goo' ssssir.“ She gently caressed Jeremy's bulging pants while he was once again filling her glass.

“I'm rea'[hic] rea'y shorry. Bu'ssisduff [hic] stuff. Thissduff goes STRAIGH' tween ma legsh.“ she demonstratively emptied the glass after kissing Jeremy for a good 5 seconds.

“I noticed“ he said and picked her up slowly, walked to the bed and layed down on his back with Amber still in his lap. She was squirming with joy.

With some trouble she managed to open and pull down his pants and let out an audible gasp. Then she pulled her thong to the side and slowly decended on Jeremy's huge throbbing cock.

“I don' thing [hic] isss gonna fidd.'' She leaned forward and kissed him again. „Bud we'll give id a shod.“ And with a loud moan she sat down.

Almost an hour later, Gwen woke up. What was that noise? She was still very drunk and tried to get her bearings. After a couple of seconds she noticed the empty bottles and her swollen, dripping pussy and let out a silent „Yeeeeah“. What time was it? The clock had the audacity of not staying in focus. Then the noise again. Knocking. On the door! She carefully got up and tried to fix her dress. Futile. She managed to squeeze most of her breasts back into the corset but the red ribbon was way more loose than before, so her nippels decided to poke out in front, between the strings of the ribbon, instead of the top. The flowing part of her dress stuck to her ass and legs like a second, see through skin, due to the fact that she was still quite sticky. She weaved to the door and opened it.

Amber fell forward almost knocking Gwen over. She planted a big sloppy kiss on Gwen's lips and said: “[hic] Drunggg, I'm hi.“

“Look who I found.“ Jeremy entered after Amber with a huge grin on his face.

Gwen shook her head, causing a few more strands of her already disheveled red hair to fall into her red face. “Shweee! You're are plasserd!“ she noticed happily. Then she squinted her eyes and added “Aaaaan' you got fugged!“ Gwen giggled.

“Yupp!“ Amber joined in.

“Medoo!“ they heard a shout coming from the hallway.

It was, of course, Angela who tried to make her way back to Gwen's room by crawling along the wall. Her dress had seen better days and she was missing one of the high heels. Jeremy helped her up gentleman like (and gentlemanly copped a feel or two) and brought her to the room.

“You'ramess! Wha' habbnd?“ Gwen inquired.

“Firss I god [hic] drung. Then I godd fugged. Now I'm here.

“That 'splains it then. Bu- [hic] bud you cand be se brizemai' with thish.“ Gwen tucked on the stained, dirty mess that once was Angela's 'dress'.

“Ogay.“ Angela took off the dress in a quick motion without any trouble. Jeremy smiled “Muscle memory“ he thought.

“Joo cand go naykid [hic] eithr... WAI' goddid!“ Gwen turned around and stumbled towards the drawers to the delight of all 3 bystanders. Jeremy had to hold up Amber and Angela while they waited for Gwen to return with the sweet nothing she bought for her wedding night. “I'll shuss wear heels anna smile tonight [hic]. You'cn haff it for now.“ and she clumsly put it over Angela.

As expected, it covered nothing. Angelas hard nippels were desperately trying to rip through the flimsy nighty.

“Theeeere we [hic] go. Less ged me married an' then we can dring shom'ore and fugg shom'ore.“ she pulled Jeremy towards her by pulling on his tie and kissed him deeply.

“Nodd f...[hic]...fair.“ Amber played with herself while watching the kiss and leaned in the moment Gwen let go.

“Medoo!“ Angela joined in last.

Another hour or so passed and the ceremony was about to begin.

The guests sat down in the garden on padded wooden benches. A white arch was the centerpiece, decorated with ridiculous amounts of flowers. A big band was waiting on their cue. Jeremy walked towards a free seat near the aisle and sat down. He looked around. The guests seemed to follow a certain scheme. The men were almost exclusively older, dignified gentlemen who oozed money and/or power. Their female company was almost exclusively young, well endowed and sparsely dressed. Some seemed a bit absent but very happy.

Once everyone had settled down, the minister announced the entrance of the bride with her bridesmaids. The band started playing.

The three wasted beauties stumbled arm in arm down the aisle, putting on a show for everyone (and everyone seemed to enjoy it VERY much). Angela occasionally fell on someone's lap, purely by accident of course, and commented on it with a kiss and a “Whoopshie!“. Amber was steadily staring at Gwen's uncontained boobs and bent over a few times when her staring caused her to fall forward. Much to the delight of anyone behind her, of course. The whole procedure took a total of 4 replays of the bridal march until they finally reached the makeshift altar. Amber and Angela stepped to the side and supported each other to the best of their abilities, giggling and slapping Gwen on her formidable ass.

Gwen stood in front of Angus McKenna and happily gazed through him. She couldn't focus on the right Angus anyway. Then she reached down her cleavage and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper. With her remaining little bit of willpower she read the text out loud. “Yesh [hic], I do.“ then she dissolved into giggling and tried to crawl under Angus' kilt for her first 'kiss' as a married woman.

“Well … might as well pronounce you husband and wife.“ the minister shrugged and turned towards the blushed bridesmaids with a smile.

The guests rose in standing ovation to congratulate the newly wed couple.

“What a beautiful, touching wedding ceremony.“ Jeremy thought.