The sidewalks of our brothels are lined with local blackmen ,they just sit there staring at your daughters and wife ,selecting one of them like fuckme...t .There is nothing they can do without making things worse and they realize that.They have always a black hand on their ass and a couple of fingers being forced into their tight little vaginas. From time to time they were pulled down and forced to kiss one of the drunken clients even pulled into their laps and made to feed their young breasts. Back on the bed, I immobilise Anna. Again.Now, the candle. It’s a large one, and it’s already lit (so I can think ahead), so there is a large pool of molten wax at the top. With Anna’s earlier smirk firmly in mind, I just unceremoniously dump the entire stuff straigt onto her clit all at once.Anna is definitely not smirking anymore. But I might be. I’m not telling.The wax is rather hot, so it takes a while to harden. Of course it does not stay put on her clit, instead it’s running down her. What else was there to say.She was as good as her word, as the server was waiting for me at the building’s front door. On tv, servers are posing as flower delivery or the like, but you could tell this guy from a mile away. The way he kept checking his phone just confirmed it. His eyes sought out mine and I nodded to him, walked over. There was no need to be an ass about it or make this guy’s life more difficult.I shut my office’s door and opened the sealed envelope. On the surface, it looked. She tried to interrupt but I placed a small finger overher lips. "No let me finish. No one knows about me but Veronica, Scottand Barbara. I'm..., well I..., the things is... that I have gone througha lot of..., well I guess I am finding...."This time she stopped me and gave a little smile "Roxana I know that youare the sweetest girl at the club, all the other employees adore you. Iknow that Scott has something over you and that dancing at the club is notyour choice. I know that you were.