My Wife, My Slave-10

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For a middle-aged man Bruce was in good shape, somewhat barrel-chested and mostly still well-defined muscles. It was obvious, however, based upon his skin tone and dark hair, that he must undergo fairly extensive body hair removal because he was as smooth as a seal from the neck down. I didn’t see one stray hair on his chest, arms, or legs. Or crotch. It took me a minute to identify it, but Claire was serious about keeping her husband in bondage and under her control, because Bruce was wearing a steel cage around his c**k. I didn’t want to stare, but I couldn’t help it. He didn’t seem to be the least bit ashamed at having his s*x hidden away and on display at the same time. All I could really see were some bars that contained his c**k’s head and shaft, a small padlock that matc

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