So what, you might ask, led me to the idea of getting my chest waxed?The proximate cause was an episode of 'Dancing with the Stars.' My wife LOVES the...show and faithfully watches it every night when it is on. During one season, Heather Mills (the former Mrs. Paul M. of Beatles fame, ) was one of the "stars" — celebrities really — dancing on the show. In that particular episode, Ms. Mills had her male dance partner get his chest waxed in order to wear a costume that was open in the front from. He proceeded to finger my wet pussy and my whole body arched towards him. I loved to feel him inside of me, and as he pushed his third finger into my yearning pussy I felt how my first orgasm for the night now only was seconds away.”Fuck me! I need you to fuck me!” I screamed at him, frustrated over the abrupt halt before. But he just smiled back at me, and said, ”As I said baby, patience!” He took the pink toy and firmly pushed it into my dripping pussy, and spared no time but to turn up the. She looked up at me and said she wanted to handcuff me to the bed and I told her just do it. I eagerly placed my arms and legs in a spread position and she secured me to the bed head and foot. She stepped back and went to the bedside table draw, opened it and took out a strap on cock about 8inches long. She smiled and said you are going to take all of this. I smiled and said....fuck me Joanna. She got onto the bed and knelt between my open legs, shuffled forward and offered the bell end to my. "...andyou might consider wearing these and whatever else you think might goalong with it. See you around...six?"I nodded and again smiled."Great! And I'll bring dessert!" She giggled as she left my doorwayand headed back to her apartment down the hall.Oh my God! She was like a tornado hitting my little barn! She was goneand I still held the door open a bit letting what had only just occurredsink in. I had company for the evening. How totally novel! And shewanted to see the 'real'.
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