Her hair was a wreck. Sweat glistened all over her body, which was still trembling. Her mouth was open as if she wanted to moan, but gave no sound. An... her eyes lay closed, trying to find composure. I touched the head of my cock to her quivering lips, but she jerked quickly, telling me the feeling was still too intense. But she had seemed to come to understand my pleasure, and pulled her knees to her chest. She drug the softness of one shapely foot in all ways around the length of my shaft. I had wanted to hit on Emme for years. Why had she chosen now? WHY NOW?In answer she leaned forward, her finger half in my wet slit like a test, and breathed in my ear. “I’m sorry Sarah, the boy in the bathroom didn’t finish the job.” I kissed her, grinding my pussy down onto her hand as my tongue explored her mouth and I tasted the lipstick she’d applied after her bathroom failure passed out. The dog seemed a secondary problem now, half forgotten. My hands explored the ground to my right where. Again, she waited for it to cool a bit and then ripped the wax off. The familiar sting returned and she again rubbed the area to calm the pain. No one had ever touched me back there before and I squirmed a bit. Perhaps sensing my discomfort, she stopped rubbing my asshole and applied more wax. A few more rips and I was now completely hairless down there. It felt strange feeling the cool air on my fully exposed butthole and vagina, but not bad.She grabbed a small jar of oil to calm my raw skin.. He started by reaching under my arms, ostensibly to “pat me down”, but obviously he had something else in mind. Both of his hands slid into my halter top from the sides, and he began squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples. He pulled the halter top material off to the sides of my boobs, so that they were completely unfettered, and swinging loosely beneath my chest as he played with them. I started to complain, but he said, “don’t even bother…..the only other way this is going to end is.