"No one is going to mind." It's not that ... just the idea pouring hot wax over my privates makes me cringe. The Inquisition would be more humane..."W...th that, Aunt Jane went to her room, got ready for work and left. I finished my breakfast and called Jill up. We talked for a little while. Jill decided that she would come over than afternoon after her exam. I decided that now would be as good as any time to start looking for a summer job. I dug out the morning paper from amongst the rose bushes. ..mmm... like my neglected pussy.“Oh Fuck” I exclaimed as my jeans were unbuttoned and dropped from behind. I recognized Callum’s large sure hands. I was too surprised and excited to be angry.I gripped the nearest shelf to steady myself but it was swaying, despite its heavy stacks of red bound, gold spined periodicals. Oh shit I thought my old red knickers. A personal comfortable favourite but well worn and a bit loose and fraying. Callum didn’t care about my old knickers; he had my arse cheeks. ..they are already soaked...but I most certainly do. Your pussy is freshly shaven and silky smooth. I find your clit first and toy with you, enjoying your quick intake of breath when I first make contact. Then I finger you, first one, then two. "My God, you dirty little whore, you are soaking wet. It was a long drive for you, wasn't it? Did you finger yourself in the car?" "I did, Mistress." I run my fingers down your wet slit and up to your sweet little asshole, rubbing your juices over it,. I was very turned on by all the eyes on me. At the table my hubby helped me take off my winter jacket and put it on the back of my chair while he and his friend sat down, still engaged in a conversation about politics. He ordered another round of beers for the three of us, then another and another. I was kind of out of the conversation as I hate talking politics! As I was just sitting around I noticed a few guys looking at me just sitting there looking bored and they would smile and occasionaly.