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cheeks as her wedding dress splayed out around them. Her hair had come loose during the spanking and her veil was disarranged, hanging over one eye and adding to the picture of ruined innocence as she was fucked. This gave Adam the final edge of pleasure he needed to take him to orgasm, deep in her cunt and with no thought for consequences.
    Even when he was done he held himself inside her, aware that he’d rushed her fucking but more conscious than ever of the possibility of getting caught. Only when she finally broke their kiss did he lift her from his cock and set her down on the ground. Her beautiful dress was now torn and grubby from her rough handling, but her mouth was set in a broad, sleepy smile.
    ‘That was just what I needed, thank you,’ she sighed.
    ‘My pleasure,’ Adam answered, grinning. ‘And as I don’t suppose the gorillas are likely to let us back into the club, perhaps you’d care for a drink, or even dinner?’
    ‘Dinner, please,’ she answered. ‘It’s been a long day and I haven’t eaten since breakfast.’
    ‘We’ll soon remedy that,’ he promised. ‘Sorry about your dress, by the way. You do look lovely, though – irresistible, in fact. How clever, to come to a fetish club in a wedding dress. It’s the perfect outfit.’
    ‘Outfit?’ Jasmine replied. ‘This isn’t an outfit. This is my wedding day – or at least, it was supposed to be.’

Chapter Three
    Adam closed his eyes in bliss. He lay on his bed, naked, with his morning erection jammed as far down Jasmine’s throat as it would go. She had one hand on his balls and the other between her thighs, kneading him gently and masturbating in a leisurely fashion as she gave him his suck. A moment later he came, deep in her throat, his fifth climax since their hasty if deliciously perverse knee-trembler in the alley. She swallowed, rubbing harder at her clitoris as she took a bellyful of spunk, with Adam now grimacing for his sore and painfully sensitive cock. Only when she’d gone through her shivering, urgent orgasm did he ease her head off his aching erection, to share a grin and a kiss before she laid her head on his chest.
    ‘And now maybe you’ll tell me what you’ve been up to?’ Adam asked after a while. ‘Starting with why you left some poor bastard at the altar yesterday?’
    ‘Don’t be mean,’ she answered. ‘I had no choice.’
    ‘Tell me, then. I’m not judging you, I just want to know.’
    ‘OK, from the start. Do you know about the Church of Divine Unity?’
    ‘Never heard of it.’
    ‘They believe that everybody should unite in one belief, which means their belief. My parents are members, very strict and very ambitious. They believe in arranged marriages, and I was promised to the son of a senior deacon …’
    ‘Oh, I see. No wonder you weren’t able to go through with it.’
    ‘Uh-uh, that was ages ago – let me finish. The man I was supposed to marry was called Abel Walsh and he was a horrible, greasy boy, always picking his nose, and I don’t think he ever bathed at all. The Church also believes a woman’s place is in the home, and that she should be obedient to her husband in all things. They’re always saying that, and it’s in the One Gospel, their holy book. I couldn’t bear the thought of marrying him, but he was supposed to reject me if I wasn’t a virgin, so … let’s just say that you were a White Knight in more ways than you knew.’
    She snuggled closer as she spoke and Adam felt a sudden flush of pride and a protective urge. Jasmine carried on.
    ‘I told them but it didn’t work. They didn’t even believe me, and … well, it was all very nasty.’
    ‘I’m sorry,’ Adam said, ‘but I’m glad you had the strength to rebel. One thing, though, if you were brought up so strictly, how come you’re so …’
    ‘Dirty?’ Jasmine interrupted.
    ‘I was going to say free,’ Adam replied, ‘but yes, the way you were when I first met you, at Foxdens.’
    ‘Books,’