We went inside. Fortunately the rain was being blown from behind the shelter and I was able to put my umbrella down. I told Carol to stand by the benc... and sat down next to her. We had the shelter to ourselves. There was hardly anyone outside: a couple with umbrellas hurried down the sidewalk behind us, their figures blurred by the rain-soaked Plexiglas, and disappeared into the Student Union building. When they were gone and the immediate area was deserted I told Carol to stand with her feet. She still has cum in her hair though, which goes sticky and gives her the dirty little girl next door teenager look, if she hadn’t already had it.We lay together giggling and fondling each other, my hands stroke her pussy, and play with her firm boobs, while Suzanne plays with my cock, gently stroking and rubbing it, waiting for it to come back to life. I looked at Suzanne, she has that cheeky grin on her face still, I couldn’t help it, I held her face and kissed her, I take my face away, look. "Not if you ask like that," was Hugo's brusque reply, "I had thought of taking you, but I didn't think you would like it. Bernard and Kate are a quiet couple and there will be no exhibitions and no public sex, not much alcohol and no hard drugs. A real party animal like you, used to giving exhibitions, would be bored stiff." Oh, no," said Helen, "I would love to have a quiet evening meeting your friends." Okay, then, but don't say you weren't warned. In your room, the one you refused this. However, within seconds, it pulled out again and I hear Anita say. “It is time for pain.” Seconds later, I knew they were dripping hot candle wax on my body as the first few drips fell on my breasts, seemly mostly on my nipples. I sucked in my breadth as I felt the drips continue down my stomach. The excitement and pain is such a wondrous mix, I was slapped two or three times on each breast to add to the pleasure. The hot wax continued its journey down to my aching bald pussy and was dripped.