I adjusted my veil and looked down from the bay window, my hands on the windowsill.

The wedding planner continued to fuss at the caterers as they finished with the tallboys.

I heard the door open and close, plus the distinctive click of the lock. I knew it was Ben.

I bit my lip as he raised the back of my gown.

I cringed at the sound of his lowering zipper.

He spit; no doubt lubricating his cock.

I felt him slide my thong to the side and prepared for my future father-in-law to once again violate my pussy.