Wedding Stress

Carrie found a new way to manage her wedding stress. In lieu of the traditional Wednesday lunch you and she used to share, she started pegging you. It was late March now, less than a year to go. She had a lot of stress to work off. Her hand was buried in your hair, which now went down past your shoulders.

"Mmmm, Jez has been working this ass, I see. If I'd known you'd have looked so good as a girl, I would have been doing this all along," Carrie said lustily. She was fully clothed. You were fully naked. She even left your cage off this time, although the hormones had you less and less functional.

"Yeah ... what has got you so worked up, Mommy?" You pushed back against her, making sure to give as well as you got. You were both covered in a sheen of sweat.

"Fucking venue. I want a big wedding. A lot of places can't fit as many people as we want. Fucking bridesmaids. I need one extra, and Karen, bitch that she is, refused. Fucking flowers. So fucking expensive," she growled, taking out all the frustration on you. And ...

"Oh fuck," you said, starting to squirt onto the floor as she hit the spot, she pulled her hands up, resting them on your shoulder.

"I'm not done yet, Joanie. C'mon, you're my new stress relief toy. I've got another hour in me at the very least."