’ His hands were pulling at the ties on her skirt now, and with one final tug, loosened them so it dropped to the floor. Violet’s hands were busy...pulling his shirt out of his trousers and he paused long enough to rip it off over his head. Her blouse was then pulled over her head and he sent it sailing across the room to join his shirt on the floor. He fused their mouths together again, her lips parting under his and he coaxed her tongue to play with his, his hands pushed the straps of her. And bringing a smile to her lips as she looked me in the eye. I groaned a great deal as she gripped cracked edges of the wax at my cheek and throat and peeled it away. It pulled the skin with it until hairs were ripped out, root and all. My skin screamed at me. I mewled and grunted in return, but could not resist, could only endure. Never having been waxed before, I was shocked by the pain. Her wax didn't appear run of the mill, of course, and her methodology mostly medieval.Showing no. So I made love for the first time. We did this on every occasion we could during my free time from school and overnight when I was given leave to have a weekend with my parents. During these weekends I had to stay in because if it was seen that I was not with my parents it would be trouble. So we stayed in bed all day doing sex and more sex but always with me in full girly make-up/ painted nails/ long lashes. It was on one of these weekends when a friend of hers barged into her flat (school. "Read 'em and weep." This is my home!" Cyndi screamed.Quietly and firmly, "Not any more." It's that slut," Cyndi yelled."Don't be offensive. You did it yourself, God damn it. You did it when you got that fucking boy toy of yours and walked out on me. You expect me to stay married to you when you're off living with some other guy." I'm not living with him," Cyndi said.Mike rocked back, "Ah, I get it. The boy toy got rid of the older woman, did he?"Cyndi's face flooded with hatred. Mike almost.