Powers, so they're already filledout. Can you just sign them?"I flipped through the pages and signed wherever there was a stickerindicating I needed t... do so. Cecile walked back in just as I was signingthe last page."Okay, ladies. Unless you want to help with the waxing, I need to get backto work," she said."No problem," said Brenda. "We're done. Just send him around when he'sready." She and Deanna left.Cecile moved my hard penis to one side and smeared the other with hot wax."Wow, you seem to. Isshe going to blackmail me? Why be nice to me. I am her boss, but thatdoesn't mean much. Is she really trying to be my friend?All these question bounced through my head as I drove home, ate andtried to fall asleep.Bzzzz. Bzzzz. Morning again. Where is time going? My shower is longand hot; my head hurts from all my mind cramping thoughts rushingaround. I dress and drive off to work. I don't want to go to work, Iwant to just drive. Starbuck's appears and I go in and order a coffeeand sit down. I. They never made love, at least that he could remember, in that house except for that one night. Sean stood up to go get another beer and he noticed that his cock was fully hard. Damn, she was so sexy back then. I wonder what she looks like now. He had made love to countless other women since his losing his virginity to that neighborhood girl. I wonder if she’s ever had a cock or if she only likes girls. She has lived in this place for so many years. I thought I remember that my aunt said she. "Taa-daa. The great unveiling," I announced. I stood up and dropped my towel. I made a Mr. Atlas pose. I looked ridiculous. "Your turn, John." He stood and did the same. Dropped the towel, I mean. "Now you, June." Oh, I don't know..." she said."For god sakes, it's no big thing. Come on. Let's go in." She stood, and opened the robe. It was true that the pieces of clothing she had on covered more than her skimpy bathing suit, at least in the number of square inches. The difference was that her.