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mynameistanyat:uncheckedbreastjealousy:Small tits MASSIVE titsMore for you hereI was always going to be my best friends maid of honour at her wedding. But when her new “good friend” Sarah arrived on the scene, I had competition. Especially since my best friend had decided that choosing a maid of honour was something she didn’t need to stress about. “Sort it out yourselves”.I had held firm, and when the wedding day arrived, we still hadn’t sorted it out. And then she emerged in that yellow dress. I was floored. My usual unflappable confidence was rocked. I changed out of my yellow maid of honour dress into the mint bridesmaid dress. She had won.The wedding planner took the photo, then said “we’ll now be heading offsite. Bride and groom in the first limo, maid of honour and best man in the second limo, for a photo shoot. Bridesmaid and groomsman stay behind to greet the guests”.Dammit, the photo shoot. My husband was the best man, and I watched a grinning Sarah on his arm, walking to the limo. She turned, staring right at me, blowing me a kiss.I was a miserable bitch all through the wedding, while Sarah, radiant, fun and of course stunning, was the life of the party. My husband and I argued. I stormed out. And Sarah gladly took my place in my hotel room.12 months later, our divorce final, and Sarah is at another wedding. With my husband. My best friend as her maid of honour. I’m a maid, too, but a very different kind. I never did recover from Sarah’s victory that day. I now clean the amazing house my ex husband and I once owned together while Sarah’s bridesmaids help her into her stunning wedding dress. On her way out the door, she can’t help but turn the knife.“Hey Tanya. I wanted to thank you for serving your man up to me on a silver platter. He’s a great guy. I hope you enjoy taking care of us as our maid. And I have great news. I’m pregnant! Before long, you’ll get to wait on all of us. Me, my amazing husband, and our child. Aren’t you a lucky loser?”I cheeky giggle, and the wedding dress clad Sarah skipped out of the door, ready to start her life as wife and mother, with her lowly maid left behind to scrub her floors. -- source link