We walk giddily out of the church arm in arm with the girls holding the train of Katie's dress, tears streaking their cheeks and shit-eating grins adorning their faces. I turn to face my slave-wife and smile gently at her.
"Well, love? How do you feel, Mrs. Everhard?"
My lovely slave turns to me with a dazzling smile.
"Happy, elated, and horny as hell!"
I laugh at her words,
"Well, dear, I am happy to hear that, especially the last one. May your nipples always hold true to your new family name…"
We look at each other and burst into laughter, much to the curiosity of the girls.
