. and don’t all blokes fancy the pants off their wife’s sister, anyway?By coincidence, Helen was staying with us for a couple of days, so that she...and Julie could have some girly time together - shopping, latte, shopping, Prosecco, more shopping - you get the score.As my fantasy unfolded the ride home went all too quickly, and before long I was walking home from the station with a spring in my step.As I reached the house, Julie’s car wasn’t on the drive - tut tut, they’re still out shopping, I. What did he take me for I am an educated woman and hold morequalifications than he has dancers?I explained that Paula and I would both come dressed as French Maids andexplained my name was Sara and her name was Paula. I would pay him ?100now to pick Paula when I asked him which one of us he would like to seeperform.?Deal,? he said ?But crossdressers do not remove their bra and panties.It?s a rule we have here.?When Paula came over that evening I took his last pair of boxer shortsfrom him and. Then there was more, further up my stomach this time, and I realised what it was. The candles. Hot wax. He was dropping hot wax on me. “Oh fuck, wow,” I breathed out. “You bastard, that hurts.” “But you like it, don’t you?” he whispered. I wished he wasn’t right, but he was. The pain was just enough to arouse and stimulate me, without being unbearable. I flexed my tummy muscles, and could feel the cooling, hardening wax clinging to my skin. Now I knew what it was, I could picture him leaning. Then they noticed that all the male police officers had left. The three remaining female officers brought the men back into the house still in handcuffs. The made them sit in the same chairs where the prostitutes were giving them lap dances. They used the same CD that the prostitutes had used to do a strip tease in front of the men. These officers all had great bodies. They took off everything except the garter belts, black stockings and the stiletto shoes. ‘Now it is time to deal!’ the one who.