" Then she chuckled softly. "I understand you work hard to pleasure your women and I've been looking forward to that even more!"I blushed and hoped it...wasn't too obvious although it hardly mattered anymore. She was my wife and what we spoke of between the two of us were for us alone. The observers were here for the initial ceremony but after this we would be alone as much as we wished. Breaking our embrace, she took a step back, her hand going to the knot under her chin and suddenly the robe. I wanted her for my personal harem. But the whore refused to submit to my will.“I bathed and perfumed her,” Milly smiled. “And shaved her bare, just the way you wanted, my Lord.”Milly was the fiercest of my personal harem, a fiery-haired beauty that had more balls than half the men that served me. She was lovely, her small breasts topped by pink nipples, her green eyes shining with excitement.“Why do you fight?” Hannah asked, the teen lounging on pillows, her budding breasts topped by hard. We finished our drinks and began walking back to our hotel. The breeze was still playing with her skirt, flashing her naked ass and freshly shaved pussy to strangers on the sidewalk. By this point, we were both feeling no pain; my wife made very little effort to stop her blowing skirt. She put a hand down to hold it to her side, but it still blew up enough to show her delights. This was exciting enough on its own, and I loved how much she was exposing on the sidewalk. Had the night ended there. There was a short moment of silence between us as we sized each other up. I tilted my chin at him to show I was not afraid. “Suck my cock.” He said, his voice superior, calm. “Fuck you.” I said and brazenly drew back my hand and struck him across the cheek. The satisfaction was nearly overwhelming. “You haven’t bothered with me in months, and you think you can just order me around? Make me suck your cock when it suits you? You’re a selfish bastard.” I snarled. He was momentarily stunned. I.