Final Wedding Stress

Carrie plumbed your depths, burying the ten inch fake cock into you over and over again. She pistoned like a machine now. It made sense really. She was good at whatever she set her mind too, and this was fucking you for stress relief. You were finally free of that cursed ankle monitor, and finally a free woman.

"What is it now, Mommy?" you asked.

"Just the florists left. They ran out of the roses Mommy wanted. I thought Joanie would look so pretty with a pink rose in her hair," she said, reaching forward to pet you. "But really, I'm here to tell you this is the last time I'll be doing this. It's two weeks to the wedding, babygirl, and I'm going to start being a proper mother to all three of you. But I do want you to know, I have a special surprise planned for you." You looked up at her with big eyes.

"Friday night, Jamie's Prime Crab, 7:00 p.m. The reservations are under Joanie. Don't be late, sweetie. This is the gift of a lifetime. Now hush up, let Mommy finish."