Raymond produced a second set of n****e clamps from heaven only knows where, and proceeded to attach them to my wife’s mouth-wateringly rigid n*****s. Once again, he tightened the screws so that the little rubber jaws squeezed down hard on Trisha’s n*****s, crushing them wickedly out of shape. Trisha moaned and groaned at this, her t**s already hyper sensitive through being tightly bound and so thoroughly whipped. As her master applied the final twists of the clamp screws, I saw my wife involuntarily thrust her crotch towards the tempting stiffness of Raymond’s huge c**k. Sadly, her restraints prevented contact, my wife’s wet, bare p***y only a tantalizing inch or two from slipping that monster c**k between her slippery lips and up into her eagerly awaiting hole.
“Stand there, cuck’,” Ray
