The four blocks were arranged so as to leave an opening to feed the drying fire. A propane torch such as the one used to heat branding irons was inser...ed in the pipe in the side ... forced air ... such as an Air Chaser with a hole in the base to allow the pipe for the propane torch insured adequate combustion and helped raise the heat.The crucible was a steel pipe with the base welded shut. Bolts through the side replaced cast pintles and a set of J hooks allowed the crucible to be lifted.I. My nipples immediately harden at the touch of the cool wet cloth. Standing before the mirror, I watch the cloth run down my chest, over my stomach, and down to my pussy. I lightly run the washcloth over my pussy. My clit is still extremely sensitive from the orgasm that I had just had. With two fingers wrapped in a washcloth I begin to stroke my clit. Unable to stand any longer, I sit down on the toilet seat spreading my legs wider. Dropping the washcloth to the floor my fingers continue on. Once he was gone I wanted to make breakfast but then everything flashed through my mind again and I thought I've had enough breakfast for today, for the rest of the day I just played some games until dinner time.It was almost dinner time and I was asking myself wheter I should head over to his house or not then I though about the pictures he took and decided to go, I put on my heels.I rang the doorbell and sure enough he opened up (I don't know why I thought he wouldn't be I sure hoped he. I got up and made the coffee then went to change myself.As I stepped out of my pajamas, the smell of dried cum was unavoidable. It brought back the memory. My cock stiffened. I didn’t wash, i wanted my smell of used cock and cunt to waft in the air but only I would know most of my scent came from an alpha male that had screwed the shit out of my sweet wife. It was snowing a fair amount and that gave us a reason to have conversation without saying anything. I was grateful to see the parking lot.