He was utterly humiliated and becoming frantic to take everyone'sattention, including his own, off his immature looking genitals. But hiswife was alr...ady taking something out of the bag, a tube of some sort ofcream. Julie explained that it was a depilatory that would allow him toremove his body hair. She also mentioned that, as he wasn't very hirsuteto begin with, the job would be simple. Brad shivered. She requestedthat he finish undressing. Nervous and ashamed, he nevertheless. Unfortunately this meant taking off the clips decorating her as they would otherwise become entangled in the lashes and perhaps be torn off. I started removing them. Sounds of protest emerged from Natsuko’s gag. “Don’t worry, love,” I reassured her, “I’m going to do other things to you that will feel just as nice.” From my stock of implements I found a pair of nipple-clamps, showed them to her and explained the mechanism, and then screwed them on slowly, increasing their bite as she murmured. Her first sound was an "Mmmmm" and then a squeeze, pulling us closer together. "G'mornin', love," she said."Mornin', punkin," I said. "What's for breakfast?" If I help in the kitchen, can we do grits'n' eggs'n'bacon? Hmmmm?"Now, by this stage of our relationship, Cindy could've asked me to walk barefoot over hot coals and I would've been peeling my socks off, so cooking breakfast with her was obviously an easy thing to accept. We staggered together to the bathroom. I hit the sink first, washing. Just him and me. He’ll tell us where he’s hidden it. I promise you.’ He sneered at her. ‘You think you can make him talk?’ His sneer turned to open laugher in her face. ‘You?’ ‘Yes. Please, let me try.’ Still laughing, he shook his head. ‘You’re too soft. Your idea of torture would probably be to tickle his feet with a fucking feather or some shit like that!’ She stared at him, her gaze locked with his, unsmiling. ‘You’ve no idea what I’m capable of, Tyson.’ His laughter gave way to a frown..