Other times he would slap her asscheeks, heating them to a healthy glow or use his broad leather belt. He rarelyused a whip or cane unless she needed ...unishment, or on those occasions whenthey went to the monthly munch. She was content to be used like this, it madeher feel treasured, and he was into it to. What red-blooded American malewouldn?t be? They never really tried to put a name to their relationship, itwas just how they were and they were both comfortable with that.Ithad been a good. So I dropped the towel and laid on my back. Kate knelt between my legs holding a jar. She slowly applied hot wax to my mound. Her soft touch with the heat of the wax had me moaning softly. She looked at me and smiled as I gripped her sheets and arched my back. As pleasurable as it felt, it ended quickly. She ripped part of the wax and pulled out the little stubble around my pussy out by the roots. I screamed in pain, and Kate laughed. She pulled another strip, and I screamed again. By this time. My mind was set to pleasure myself as hard as I can. If nature wanted to celebrate my upcoming masturbation session loudly with lighting, be my guest. I got back from the tent, took the blanket and laid it on top of fallen birch. As much as I love to lay on the ground, I much rather not have dirt next to my lady bits, if you know what I mean. Also the idea being ravaged on the fallen tree felt exciting. I slipped out from my shorts, not elegantly if I might add, but just like dirty girl who. Instead of bright sunlight, here, it was night. Beth looked around. Behind her, she could still see the image of their quarters where their sleeping forms lay. On the horizon, purplish clouds betrayed where the sun was sinking beneath the horizon.'The last time I was here, ' Béla thought to her new student, 'I was looking for my lifemate. Someone else was living in his apartment... ''His what?' Beth asked. 'What was apart?' Beth really liked her oldest sister, but she often used words she.