“Sit on the top step!" the Prince added, “Now man, just do it."“Sah!" the senior security man replied, in local dialect, “Spin her round, hold her down Dornberger, you take her over your knee,” he said loudly and then whispered, “And no groping!" They spun her round and a Dornberger sat on the top step they pushed Mitzy down over his knee and tried to pull the massive silken wedding dress train aside. “Belt," the prince ordered, “And get rid of that damned train, hack it off if you have to, lets see bengali her ass!"“No!" Mitzy protested, “It ain’t insured!” she insisted, “The dress I mean.” “Then you’ll marry me?" the prince queried. “I can’t,” she said awkwardly. “Bare her ass than,” he replied, “Now!” A soldier resplendent in his red livery stepped forward, his badges proclaiming him to be a lieutenant general “Allow me!” he suggested as he took his ceremonial sword and hacked easily through the layers of thin fabric, revealing the outline of Mitzy’s famous buttocks, though in reality footage of Karen Horten’s ass was usually used in Mitzy’s porno’s because her Mms ass was disappointingly bony. “No!” Mitzy pleaded as they hacked the ten metres of pure white see through parachute quality silk away. “Marry me!” the prince demanded. “No!” Mitzy refused as coast to coast TV stations began to show the action in real time as the hourly news shows came on. TV and video crews jostled for the best view, the crowds waiting desi to see the Prince and beautiful new Princess leave the cathedral pushed forward for a better view, pushing the thin green line of policemen backwards up the steps. The prince took a stout leather belt from a security man and struck Mitzy’s ass through the tanged remains of the wedding dress. Mitzy barely felt the blow, “This is useless,” the prince exclaimed, “Cut the damned thing off, cut the lacing! Use your sword.” The soldier deftly slipped the slender sword blade under the lacing on the back of Mitzy’s already ruined wedding gown and turned it to slice through the silk laces with its razor sharp edge. The prince himself pulled the ruined garment aside before ripping the underskirt down to reveal Mitzy’s silky white G string and suspenders. “Maybe this will persuade you?” the prince asked as he slashed the belt down diagonally across Mitzy’s exposed buttocks. “No never, I hate you!” she cried, “Ouch!” He hit her again but the heavy ornate uniform was hampering him, “Here, you have a go!” he said to a security guard, “Take your jacket off, put your back into it!” “Whack!” the belt flashed down. “Agghhhh!” Mitzy cried. “Absolutely bizarre news is coming in live from the marriage of Prince Boris of Waszockstan to LA pornstar Mitzy Fucksalot at the Cathedral of the Holy tamil Virgin. Prince Boris is actually whipping Mitzy Fucksalot on the steps of the Cathedral!” Ralph Burgundy announced to india several hundred public broadcasting viewers across the rust belt of the USA, “Bob Googleheim is at the ceremony, is this a publicity stunt Bob?” Bob reluctantly turned to camera as Boris reached across and ripped Mitzy’s G string clean off her. “No, Ralph, it’s no stunt, it looks like Prince Boris’s real pissed,” Bob insisted. We don’t want our face in the paper, nor do we want our family or extended family’s picture out for the public.” This tamil is trying to find that difference in the data.” Furthermore, it was not connected to the AC system and cooked under the late June sun so we worked up here naked. “There are other ways to exert india our influence…” Kate thought out loud, not sure what to say. “I'm going to cum all over those tits.” I rub Josh's spot and eat Candice' clit. It also feels a little warmer outside to me, I hope enough will melt by tomorrow.” The motor was now doing all the work and I was just taking the pleasure. Except she didn't do that. Brock turned to bengali Mom. She was soon about to find out when one of its clawed hands swiped at her foot she had extended behind and she wailed louder at its touch. She sat with her legs crossed at the knees on the low chair and I could see her thick thighs clearly, thanks to the tight pair of Mms jeans which clung to her. He was about to say something, unsure of exactly what when the door to the room was thrown open and Dawn walked saying "You guys missed a hell of a..."She froze at the sight before her. She grabbed his arm and pulled him over the desi threshold. So, he contacted the reputed to be best detective agency in town and asked for them to look into this girl’s life and reputation. When I peaked for the fifth time I reached up to hold his arms and cried out “Now Roger, NOW!” I picked up my legs and wrapped them around his thighs trapping him then arched my back willing him to cum. The hostess sat all of us and asked if we wanted to place a drink order of any type. Michael smiled at her eagerness. After a few lines of "well no not really, you don't have to live with me" kind of dismissive talk she started to gently kiss my neck. Birth of Perversion “I love your mom.” He said nervously. To be with you I’d agree to anything. This immense weight buckled my knees.