"They were both drinking coffee when Bea re-emerged fully dressed. She did not say anything but smiled shyly at Christopher and helped herself to a cu... of coffee. She sat down at the table with them and took a sip of her coffee."Jen," she said, "you're going to need a full breakfast because I know you won't eat anything else before your swim except an energy bar."What about you, Christopher?" she added shyly."Bacon, eggs and fried bread would go down very well, Bea, if that's all right."Bea. You do don't you?...he doesn't seem to mind having a guy ask to take me to dinner. He will ask what time you will have me home. He will want to know your name and all about your people. Any skeletons in your closet Peter?" Once again we laughed. I hadn't laughed this much in months."I'll see you at four?" She said, "Four thirty would be good. That gives you and Daddy half an hour to forty minutes for him to grill you. Don't worry though. Daddy's a sweety pie. I'm his special girl. . “Yes, really, and that is two strokes for not addressing as Miss.” Jenny blushed an even deeper red but was happy to accept the punishment. She knew her pussy was just so damp and that was because she was with a woman she found so very attractive and loved her to be the dominant partner. She knew she would be spanked and caned a lot during their relationship but welcomed it all. “Sorry, Miss,” Jenny replied obediently. “That’s better, girl,” Samantha said sternly but smiling again. “Anyway, I. “Yes, but don’t stop,” I breathed. I really didn’t want him to; I was so enjoying the sensation. The heady scent of sandalwood and the heat of the wax were almost intoxicating. “Perhaps you’d like me to cool you down a bit.” I was about to tell him not to, when there was an equally sudden burning sensation on my tummy. At first it felt exactly like the wax, but then I realised it wasn’t hot at all, it was ice-cold. But coming directly after the hot wax, the burning sensation was very similar..