CANDLELIGHT
"You're so hard tonight," Avril whispered, looking up at her husband as she knelt before him.
Robert took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Every sinew in his naked, muscular body tensed as his wife's mouth enveloped his glistening erection. For a while he stood taut and gasping, savoring the intensely pleasurable sensation of soft female lips sucking gently on his rigid cock, until he grasped her long blonde hair to pull back her head.
"That's enough, my darling," he gasped. "I don't want to cum, not just yet. We still have urgent work to do."
Avril smiled, rising to her feet and stretching her slim, gym-toned body. Like her husband, she was completely nude. Stepping closer, she kissed him passionately, before tapping the end of his nose with her finger.
"Okay, honey," she said, giving his penis a delicate caress. "Let's finish the job."
Hand in hand, they walked across their bedroom to enter the small, windowless chamber that adjoined it. There, in the pale glow of yellow candlelight, a young woman hung from chains in the ceiling. She was slender and beautiful, with smooth brown skin and a mane of jet-black hair. Her tiptoes barely reached the floor as she dangled helplessly from her suspended arms. She was naked, and trembling, and her body gleamed with a sheen of sweat. Her huge dark eyes widened in terror as the married couple approached, but the ball-gag in her mouth stifled her pitiful whimpers.
"She's so gorgeous!" Avril remarked, reaching out to stroke the captive's face. "I'm desperate to taste her cunt again."
"Later," Robert replied, as he carefully uncoiled a leather horsewhip. "First, we must teach her what it means to be our special slave....."
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