I sat in the chair, and as he spoke to me, I felt tingly from his talking, and the way his teeth touched his lip and slid off so slowly when he made t...he "f" sound. My mind was thinking dirty thoughts already, and he had no idea. I began to wonder if he had ever fucked one of his patients, and how his cock looked and felt. He told me to sit on the doctor bed thingy. I rose, and walked to the bed. I could feel his eyes on me. I jumped onto it, and purposely, but subtly arched my back, my back. When I brought the builders cups of tea they looked very excited and could not take their eyes off my wife. To my horror she suddenly said to them that I had a small cock so she was not being satisfied. They did not know that she had fucking session with one of her bulls only two days before and they had gone on all night. She then told me to bugger off and do the housework. I could see that the men thought this was funny but they were also excited. Not long afterwards I heard my wife moaning. After the ceremony, I had vaguely been aware of a girl who a number of times seemed to be about to approach me. Each time though, I had been called to attend to something or other and I hadn't given it further thought.It was at the reception when I saw her again. Everyone was still on the lawn, the photographer busy organising the various groups to his satisfaction. She was sort of drifting around trying to look inconspicuous.I tapped her on the shoulder, "Excuse me, should you be here? It is a. She was on her knees, her hands tied behind her back, her ankles tied to her hands. There was a gag in her mouth and on her nipples were evil looking clamps."Is this too much for her?" I asked Becky."Please, sir," she said with a pleading look in her eye, "just trust that I know what I am doing." She's your slave," I told her, "and I won't interfere. But if you damage her, physically or mentally, I will be disappointed in you." Don't worry, sir. I know what she wants and what she needs," Becky.