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We all laughed. Finally, we were all smiling again. We would be dressing at the church. They had a room set aside for the women to dress so our gowns wouldn't get soiled or wrinkled before the ceremony. It was normally a practice room for the pianist and organist of the church, but was set aside for this purpose for weddings. It was toward the back of the church near the entry so it was convenient for being walked down the aisle as the ceremony started, and sound suppressed so the music wouldn't disturb other church business.

We got there right at 12:30 and were led to the room. There were two doors, one at either side of the room. Before getting dressed we used the bathroom on the other side of the entry. No one wanted to struggle with our gowns if we had to pee. We didn't want anyone coming in while we undressed, so we locked all the doors as we changed. Taylor, Donna and Yvonne had floor length, pale lilac colored, gowns with empire waists, sweetheart necklines to show off a little of their bosoms. Tiffany's was roughly the same except hers was a slightly darker color to make her stand out from the others.

I had purchased an Alexandra Grecco gown which was a floor length, form fitting simple white satin under gown which could be worn separately for purposes other than weddings. The satin gown had spaghetti straps, a daring, deep dipping neckline to below my breasts, with baring cutouts at the sleeves which showed a nice amount of side boob and a deep back which bared the dimples over my butt. I'd kept my body from Tanner for so long, I wanted to show him a little of what he would be getting now we were getting married as I walked down the aisle. I could not wear a bra with it because of the deep plunge and side show, but my breasts were not overlarge and they were firm. They would sway a little as I walked, but I was happy with that part of my anatomy. What made it more of a wedding dress was the white lace overskirt with silver highlights, cathedral length. The sleeves were netting with more lace and they extended past my fingers. The overskirt didn't hide the sheath under it, merely enhanced it with lace and appliqué all over it. It also had a little net capelet with small seed pearls sewed on all over.

Tiffany was the only one who'd seen it on me. The others were seeing me wear it for the first time and they loved it. I showed them how I could wear the satin sheath by itself.

"Oh, honey," Donna said. "You look amazing. Tanner gonna get a hard on watching you come down the aisle; show the whole church what he got."

"Thank you, Donna," I laughed. "That's the kind of the effect I was going for since I've made him wait so long."

"If you're lucky, he won't bang you right on the altar," Taylor said.

"Or lucky if he will," Yvonne said. "I don't know how you waited so long."

"Here's your something new," Taylor said, giving me a veil matching the dress.

"Something blue," Donna said, giving me a blue garter to go under my dress.

"Something old," Yvonne said, giving me a sterling silver bracelet that brought out the silver highlights of the dress.

"And something borrowed," Tiffany said, clasping a pearl necklace around my neck that matched the capelet.

When we were all dressed, and touched up each other's make-up, we unlocked the door to the entry and all of my other girlfriends and my parents came in to see me. Taylor and Yvonne stayed outside the door to keep Tanner and the groomsmen away so they wouldn't see me before my grand entrance.

Sydney said, "My brother is going to love that dress. I hope he doesn't tear it getting it off of you."

"I'll change before I leave the reception. I won't have to worry about it."

Mom and Dad were both a little surprised about the erotic effect of the dress. I was normally quite modest in what I wore.

"That's quite the dress," Dad said. "Very daring."

"I'm finally going to be a woman, Dad, and Tanner's the one who will make me one. I wanted him to see what he was getting since I've made him wait so long."

Dad laughed. "That dress will make him glad he waited."

The church secretary came up and said it was time to start getting people seated. It was still more than a half hour before the wedding started, but people did need to be escorted in. My bridesmaids were helping in the process, so I was going to be left alone for awhile. Knowing about the weird texts I'd gotten, Tiffany said she'd stay with me and someone else could pick up the slack. I told her it wasn't necessary as I could lock the doors and no one could get to me.

She double checked the lock at the back door and before she left through the entry door, said, "Keep this locked. No one gets in until your Dad comes to bring you down the aisle."

"Of course. I'm no fool. This is my wedding day. I'm not taking any chances."

She left and I clicked the lock extra loud, because I knew she'd be waiting outside the door until she heard it.

Nothing to do now but wait. I didn't want to sit down, and crinkle my gown, but just standing seemed pointless. I pulled out my phone to start playing a game. Not five minutes after I'd been left alone, I got another text.

If you don't open the side door in the next sixty seconds, I'm going to send this photo to the groom, the rest of the wedding party and your parents as well as the parents of the groom.

Included in the text was a picture of me while Jeremy's cock was in my mouth at the Bachelorette party. Of course, it didn't show me pushing Jeremy away or falling to the ground while trying to get away. All it showed was my mouth open, a look of lust on my face as I climaxed, and his cock halfway into my mouth.

I tried to think. Could it have been taken with telephoto lens from across the street through Tiffany's two story windows? I think I was facing the window while Jeremy was dancing, so his back would have been to the windows, not sideways like this. Didn't Tiffany collect all the phones? What happened at Tiffany's, stays at Tiffany's. That was the rule Tiffany enforced that night. Taylor reluctantly gave up her phone, but she did give it up.

Another text.

15 seconds.

I unlocked the door and a man came in. He had a mask covering the top of his face. Only his lips were visible, thin and cruel looking. He had no facial hair, no scars, marks or tattoos, average height and weight, maybe 5-10 or 5-11, 185 pounds. He was holding the phone he'd sent the texts from. He was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, so I assumed he wasn't here for the wedding.

"That picture was not what it looked like," I said. "It was a total accident and when it happened, I pushed him away, knocking myself to the floor. My girlfriends were with me. They can vouch for me."

He smiled, but the smile was only on his lips, not anywhere else on his face or posture or attitude.

"Let's say you're right," he said. "Let's say the groom believes your friends, eventually, and doesn't think they're sticking up for their girlfriend. You're supposed to be getting married in a little less than thirty minutes. You don't think the groom's father won't hold things up, or even cancel them until this issue is resolved. His parents may never trust you again even if the groom does. Not a good way to start your marriage."

"Better than having you blackmail me for the rest of my life with a picture of an accidental event I had no control over."

"I can understand how you might think that. Tell you what. You give me the blow job I want, I'll let you delete the photos yourself, right off the phone. Hell, I'll give you the phone. Those photos will never screw up your life again."

"I'm sure you don't have copies of these things stashed someplace else," I said sarcastically.

"On my honor. Besides, even if I did, I'm sure you're going to tell Tanner all about the little accident at the Bachelorette Party and it won't be a problem in the future anyway. If I give you the phone, I can't send the photo before the ceremony. I'll even toss in these other photos as a wedding gift."