I used my tongue to roll the ice cube over her breast. She bucked her hips and whimpered each time the ice made contact with her nipple. When the ice...had completely melted, I reached for the candle and held it inches above her chest. There were red and pink splotches on her bound breast, from the ice and my sucking. She stared wide eyed at the candle in my hand. She was breathing hard through her mouth and moaning loudly. I tilted the candle and watched the hot liquid pour over the lip of the. "At age 13 she was taken to a psychiatrist by her mother. Of course, the records were sealed but we were able to find them and access them in the psychiatrist's inactive file. It seems Amanda's mother caught young Amanda and her best friend naked in bed together, their fingers caressing each other's pussies. At this point in WestHem medical circles, homosexuality was considered a mental disorder that could be treated, particularly among the adolescents." They certainly cycle in and out of that. With the one hand in her hair and the other cupping a full breast, I commandeered the pace and began to fuck her with deep, steady strokes, my pendulous balls slapping her rotating fingers on every inward push, and feeling the sudden rush of cool air around me as I vacated her warm flesh on the outward pulls. Closer and closer we approached the point we struggled to reach. I drew her to me as I burrowed deeply into her for the last thrusts, then, there it was, the shudder I had waited for as. I wondered if she was really going to take a cab home or if jack-ass would drive her so I drove down the block, turned off my lights, and waited to see. About twenty minutes later a Yellow Cab pulled into the drive, Linda got out and ran into the house. I saw what I wanted to see so I took off for a motel. Almost immediately my phone started to ring again. I turned it off. I still had no proof of infidelity, but I had very strong suspicions. I was almost positive Linda and the guy she danced.