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Chapter 61 by princessjasminedoll

What's next?

Joanie and Marco, Part II

Jezebel came over at 3 p.m. the next day to help you get ready. She took you to the nail salon, the hair salon, and to a clothing boutique for some new clothing. You weren't ready to try heels in anything close to stairs. The only not new item was your panties, which were a used pair of Carrie's to accentuate that you smelled of pussy. That you were pussy.

Tonight was the night, you knew it. Carrie promised to find you a mate, a new Marco. You hoped you'd be as handsome, as strong, as sweet, as smart, as kind as him. As hung as him. It was asking a lot. You were more nervous than you'd ever been. More nervous than you'd be on your first date with Carrie.

Jezebel gave you a kiss on the cheek and dropped you off at Jamie's Prime Crab. You blanched at the prices on the menu. You hoped Carrie was paying for this. You reached up, absently rubbing your small breasts in anticipation, tweaking your sensitive nipples.

You waited, and waited, and waited. Carrie probably purposefully gave him a later time so you'd stew. And at 7:30 p.m. on the dot, your date arrived. Your jaw dropped open. It wasn't a new Marco. It was the old Marco. It was the love of your life. He was older of course. He had a dark beard now. He was wearing a suit, and holding a bouquet of roses. When his eyes met yours, you could see the tears well. He'd been traumatized by how you'd parted too, just in less severe ways. He came over to give you a hug, but you didn't give him a chance. You stood up abruptly, sprinting over to him and jumping his arms, curling your legs around his waist. You knew he'd catch you. He always did. His lips found yours, his tongue pushing into your mouth, his hand cupping your ass. He smelled of rich cologne and masculine musk. If you didn't have this cage on, you'd cum right then and there.

"Mmmm, mi amor," he whispered, carrying you to the table. You clutched at him. You never wanted to let him go again. But you had to. You had to order. You both ordered a drink. This was worth a celebration. An entire night's worth.

What's next?

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