I ran my hands down her back, around her sweet cheeks, and then up her sides to cup her breasts.She pulled her head back a little further than she had...been and said, “Pinch my nipples as hard as you want, as hard as you can. If you do you’ll give me pleasure, maybe even give me an orgasm.”I asked, “Won’t it hurt?”Miss Amore gurgled around my cock, “No! I like pain. I love to be spanked.”Just then I though of something…”If I get you out of these handcuffs and get you cleaned up…can we do this. Keep those days clear. ‘Fred, you are not allowed in my home, without an invitation. Too many things are going to be lying around, that you are not allowed to see. We are going to have your wedding at the Washington National Cathedral. It will be all over the news. It will be wonderful for Sharon, and you, but also, it will be great exposure for the general public to see Clark. I know that sounds self-serving, but it is free advertising, and with what you just told me, the press will be all. He had in his hands a bowl of warm water, a can of shaving cream, and a multi-blade manual razor. "Now, it's my turn to finish the job." Please ... be careful."He looked her in the eye. "I am always careful. Nothing I do is by accident."She nodded, but still watched him fearfully.As he shaved her pits, he asked her conversationally, "have you ever been bare before?"She shook her head. "No, Sir. Not since puberty." Not even your armpits?" I've trimmed them back some." Well, you are in for a. As she was clearly supporting my intentions, I spread her cheeks as far as possible and began loosening her pucker with my tongue, working it further and further inside, deeper into her ass, her body really starting to buck and her breathing increasing rapidly. Retreating for a moment to enjoy the sight of my wife flat out on the bed, big cheeks fully spread and her wet asshole fully stretched and presented to me, I shamelessly pressed my nose into her ass and inhaled her stink for all it was.