O o Q. Did they just go pick u up and carry you to where they wanted. o A. Yes I was light and small. They treated me like a rag doll. o Q. Did u eve... get spanked. o A. I got everything&hellip,. o o Q. Were girls there jelous or mad at you. o A. No, every girl there got attention. I just got a bit more. Q. Have I ever cried from getting it repeatedly. A. No just exhausted and spent Q. Where do they abuse you most. A. My tits and pussy. My pussy was so tight. Some guys would cum in five. Our first entry into a more open lifestyle happened 7 years ago. We had an official event with some prominent local authorities in the early evening. I asked her to dress up sexy because afterwards I had planned a visit to a bar in another city 60 miles from home. She wore a blouse with decent cleavage that allowed being unbuttoned further, a rather short skirt and high heels together with black thigh high stockings. She put on more make up than usual and looked pretty hot. I forgot to say that. I must have been getting more excited: after not many minutes I became aware that my own breathing was becoming shaky again, and that a certain part of myself was resting in the groove between her buttocks, moving up and down as I leaned forward and back, still massaging her back. I leaned further forward and pressed myself against her, feeling the firmness of her buttocks as I strained against my shorts, and I kissed the nape of her neck. She moved her head aside, giving me room to kiss her. Sir I so sorry, Please forgive me. Let me try again. Please’...Now you know I clearly understand the difference between and punishment and play session.Silently you walk back behind me and pour the gathered wax straight onto my punished clit. The heat meeting the rawness makes my whole body jerk, my shoulders raise from the table only to drop back hard. My arse and thighs twitching and going into spasm in reaction to the onslaught. Over and over you let the wax pour until my whole cunt is.