” as her fingers tightened in my hair.“You are not allowed to cum today. Capiche?”Knowing there was no arguing with that, I huffed out, “Capic...e.”She grinned then, knowing she had me. “Good girl.”“Thank you,” I replied and kissed her bye.I should have been so happy that she was home and this torturous day was finally over, but I was also scared. I had completely disobeyed her. It was an accident, but she wouldn’t care. She had Capiche me, and I knew better, I knew to not push myself that hard. . .. oh!"And then she saw it. An enormous telephoto lens – attached no doubt to an expensive digital camera on a tripod. Her eyes narrowed. "Nigel." Do not flip him off again," her assistant advised, correctly anticipating her intention. "He made a killing when you did that in Milan last year. Besides, he's not the only one."Rachel's eyes drifted across the face of the building. Sure enough, there were at least two more photographers that she could see and probably others she couldn't. She sure. The sight had me rock hard when my pants were pulled off me. I did not attempt to resist as I was also stripped bare and then handcuffed and tied with a collar and leash around my neck. While I rested on my hands and knees, and my wife sat nude on the sofa, the guys all got undressed quickly. All three had nice muscular thin bodies, and their dicks ranged in size from six to roughly eight inches. All three of them were hard. They pulled me forward by the collar with the leash until I was. " She said, "I want to swing." Ok."She turns to go upstairs to our apartment at Harry's Apartments, then she turns back, "I love how you wake me," she says."I love waking you up." I still can't believe you actually married me." She smiles, "I'm so lucky." Yup." I love you." Here now, let's not spoil a good thing with that mushy stuff." I laugh, pause. "I love you, too."She huffs a little. "I'll go get ready." She asks, "where is it?" In the wood box. Sandoz Pharmaceutical, Swiss, very pure..