Christmas time came and I knew that everyone in the rented house had left to visit his or her family. Everyone that is, but Emma. She and her blasted ...og were the only ones left, and I was more than pissed off when I had to walk over there on one particularly bitterly cold evening to fix the furnace in the cellar. I was late for a party and didn’t feel like dirtying myself with ashes. High and mighty Emma didn’t even have the decency to come down and tell me what was wrong. She simply explained. "The bottle's still full, but I've got a hell of a week ahead. I'll be running on empty by Friday.'"I think we can help you, ' Charity said. "Bye.'This was the week of the conference she still thought of as Steve Calvin's, and she spent nearly every evening at the hotel, working late with Steve's boss, Jim Wright, and insuring that everything went perfectly. Her attention to detail paid off and there were no serious hitches. Steve's boss was extravagant in his praise of her efforts. Sara made. Terrified of pissing her off anymore.She turns him loose, giving him a hard kick in the ass, as he starts to work, folding and packing her laundry.When he has everything ready, she grabs the waistband of his shorts again, pulls them up even tighter, gets her face right in front of his, looks him in the eye, and says ?Follow me!?She jerks him out of the laundramat out onto the street. He humps her heavy hamper over his shoulder, stumbling along, as she controls his every step with her grip on. Fuck, he began dripping hot wax onto each of her dark rose pink, erect nipples. Fuck. The wax cooled quickly, but the sensation of the heat spread through her chest into her belly and down to her engorged cunt. She was so transfixed by the sensation of the heat rushing from her nipples through her abdomen and down to her thighs that she barely noticed him, now naked save for his black cashmere blend socks, climbing onto the left side of the bed, kneeling beside her. She did, however, notice the.