While they walk around the club, observing what is happening in the other corners, while caressing each other; other women use me as they please, with...ut taking the risk of touching my cock, to make sure they respect the instructions.When they come back to me, I've been debriding; they revel in watching other women whipping my buttocks, pouring burning wax on my nipples and glans with a candle; one lady removes the wax covering my nipples and glans, bursting the wax with small sharp blows using. Vicki went back with us to Zoe's house. We all sat at the kitchen table and finished up the homework we'd been assigned over the weekend, just enjoying being around each other. Eventually that was done, and we decided to watch some TV. This was, of course, 'code' for sitting in the recliner and making out. Mrs. Bell clearly knew the code, as she seemed to find stuff in other rooms of the house to keep busy. It was nice that she let us have privacy like that. I would have to remember to thank. I was determined to get this sorted out, I followed her. As she opened the door to her condo, I followed her in. She was protesting, trying to get me to leave. I was determined to confront Paige. Fortunately, she was standing in the hallway waiting for Alexis to come back.“Paige, you claim to be Alexis’ best friend. You look her in the eye and tell her you didn’t come on to me, that I didn’t throw you out of my place that night.” I demanded.“I already told her what happened Brian. You’re just. ’ ‘Here you go. You shouldn’t have any problem with her, I’m sure she really wants to do the right thing.’ ‘You been saving this for me. You just knew you two could talk me into it.’ ‘Not at all, Max. I just hadn’t got around to calling the thug yet,’ Ed swore. I looked at the name on the file. ‘Lori Simpson’ was handwritten in Ed’s very neat script. He told me when I asked earlier, that he had learned to print in high school drafting class. His printing was as good as any typewriter I had ever.