I tie the other side to the post of my bed. I proceed grab one of the candles I lit a few minutes ago. I let just one small drop of wax fall right be...ween her tits. I hear her whimper but not complain. So I let a couple more drops fall hitting one falling right on her tender areole, ‘ouch too much’ see complains, I take the bottle of champagne and pour some on her breast ‘ooh that’s better’ as I start to kiss and lick the champagne and wax. A process that I repeat all the way to her stomach.. I chuckled a bit to myself at Girl being jealous of Joyce right-off-the-bat.We switched out the cars at his apartment complex."Tommy, do you need anything from your apartment?" She'd waken, recharged and ready."No, baby, I have everything I need."He fired it up and pulled out. It got deathly quiet in that Plymouth as we got under way for the return trip home. Except for Girl. She chattered up a storm about shopping and how good she felt after her nap. "I feel so good now, Tommy." She'd moved. He marvelled at the completely unhurried grace of her movements as she opened herself up, to him like a maiden about to surrender herself in passion and joy.Walker surveyed her neat triangle of fur above the closed puffy purse of her sex, her flat belly under her rib cage rising and falling with her increasingly rapid breaths, her small puddled breasts, her brown areoles, and hard stubby nipples, her smooth graceful neck, her lips full flushed red begging to be kissed again. Her lips parted in. With their slight slant and small size I sometimes miss the hint of seduction in them. Call me naïve if you may, but it always surprises me……and I love surprises. Your smell; I love your smell. It’s earthy, sweet, and briny; a mix of scents that fill up my nose when you approach me, and linger even after you’re gone. Your hair, oh how I love your hair. Soft and healthy, I love how it falls over your brow and I sweep it to see into your eyes. I love how it feels between my fingers when my hand.