Dream Bride Tranny

Anne was piling on the agony for Kirsten and I really felt like saying something but knew better not to. Kirsten remained silent, so Anne instead, turned on me.

"Alright then Uncle, let me see that tongue working hard, let the cameras in under the petticoats too, to get a good view of your willingness to eat anything just to please your kinky niece. Soon the whole World will be getting to see your eagerness to lick ass, because that's what we will do if she continues with her silence. Do you hear that Kirsten? We are going to publish a nice photo of Uncle Yano, burrowing under your bridal gown, eager to munch your ass - if you don't speak up and beg him to fuck you good and hard."

Kirsten continued her silence, I really thought my time had come and I knew for sure that I would be publicised as a kinky old man with his young niece, I'd seen it done numerous times before with other KBG members

I looked into the mirror. I could hear her sniffle and saw Kirsten wipe away tears with the aid of a tissue from Avril.

There was no sympathy from Miss Anne or the camera crews - they kept going.

"Don't give me crocodile tears again Kirsten," cried Miss Anne, somewhat agitated. "I'll give you five seconds to respond one way or the other."

"Five," she began. "Maybe if you lick her pussy a bit more she will respond quicker.

"Four."

"Don't make her do it if she doesn't want to," I remarked, breaking my silence at last.

"Three," Miss Anne went on unimpressed by my request. I tried again.

"Two." I was angry. "For fuck's sake it is her wedding day, let her be. Do what you want with me," I raised my head from the masses of tulle and satin.

"One."

A hand appeared from between Kirsten's legs and grabbed for my cock. She began to tease my shaft along the lips of her pussy, easing herself open in silence.

The counting stopped and there was absolute silence for a few moments.