"Doesn't it hurt?" John asked with a wince as he got onto the bed with us.Jules raised herself up on her elbows to watch me work. "It burns a little, ...ut that's nothing compared to when she rips the hair out."I pressed down the fabric over the wax and blew it to cool it off. "Ready?" Fuck no— Ouch!" I showed John the fabric with little hairs stuck to the wax."Screw that. If you want a little furry mouse like Kate has, it's totally cool with me."Jules snorted at the comment. "No, I like it bare. I replied in low tone “it really is wonderful and fresh smell and I love the fragrance”. She said nothing and asked me to come out. I washed my hands and came out. She was sitting on sofa and asked me to sit. I was very surprised as this kind of treatment I had never received. I sat on the single sofa and asked her if she would buy the washing powder and pleaded her to buy. I also told her that I have not sold any from morning and this will put me into trouble. Although truth was something. Her voice, which seemed so harsh before, now sounded soothing. "Well Nancy, a difficult little predicament you've left us with. Oh don't blubber girl, you know you brought this all on yourself with your perverted ways. Mistress Moore has told me all about you. She suspected you were fiddling in her knicker basket last week and alerted me right away. Then we set up the video camera in the bathroom ready for your next visit. That paid dividends, oh yes."I couldn't help but stare into her eyes. I. . I smelled her excitement for the first time ... I stroked her pussy for the first time ... and she gave me by far the best blowjob I’d ever had – albeit not until the end ... without talking about it, we knew we wouldn’t go all the way ....In this manner we met once or twice a week for a long time. Sometimes just for an outing, a shopping spree or a cup of coffee in town, sometimes for a round of heavy petting. Once we even spent a few days abroad and slept in the same bed, and yet: It took.