Chapter 939 The Cock Worked In Her Pussy:>Ep7

• Bordeaux vaguely remembered her escort, Philip Martin; he'd been two grades ahead of her in high school. He had matured some in the few years since then, but the ugly scar that ran from the corner of his left eye to his jaw was unmistakable.
• Looking up toward the altar, Bordeaux stumbled in her step when she saw Otis Martin, looking debonair, resplendent in his form-fitting tuxedo. Bordeaux almost let go of Philip's arm; she wanted to march up to the altar and demand an explanation. She had enjoyed the best sex of her life and then he just callously tossed her away? Why had he just walked out, not called, not returned for a repeat performance?
• "Behave," Philip hissed. "And for God's sake, try smiling."