You stopped dripping the wax. I think you knew what I wanted. I was left againwith myself when you stopped. The unknowing where you were and what you ...eredoing was intense. You removed my earplugs and asked me if I was all right.I nodded my head yes and you put them back in. Not long after I felt the stingof the buggy whip on my breasts. They were so sore from the weight of the locksand you were not gentle at all. You hit the locks many times as you whippedthe wax off my breasts. My pussy was. "Every time, you lazy slob, every time, always, run it out!" I yelped as they dragged me away, and he ambled to the dugout and got himself a cup of Gatorade, shaking his head as if he certainly had no idea what I was all excited about.That had been two weeks ago and the big man who always wore a scowl and a heavy gold necklace had yet to even look at me much less say anything to me. But then he seldom said anything to anybody and refused to even nod hello to the reporters that covered the team. ” Says Uncle Fred.“Now there ya go” says Uncle Peter. “Make babies, lots and lots of babies. They can grow up and vote our way. And it could even be fun!”“What do you think of that Ruby” asks Uncle Adam. Ruby blushes and looks at her knees and plays with the hem of her dress. “I guess it might work ok Uncle. I don’t know how much fun it would be.” “What is that” cries her uncle who jumped up came over to the couch sitting next to her placing an arm around her. “You haven’t let any of those high. They entered an unmarked door to a large, brownstone row house in an area of town that she didn't know. It was a quiet residential neighborhood similar to Dan's, but seemed to be somewhat older. When they were in the house, she was surprised to find it set up much like a small nightclub with a bar along one wall and small tables around the large, open room. The back wall was covered by a dark blue curtain and there was a rack of stage lights in front of the curtain. She thought that there must.