" Eagerly, she stripped to the waist."Do you like my boobs, Sir?" Yes. But did I tell you to offer them to me yet? Turn around." He ran his fingers, t...en his fingernails, down her back, where he had waxed earlier. Vanessa flashed back to the sensual memory and moaned. Bee took out his wax removal knife, which was not edged, and put its flat against her. Vanessa didn't know what to make of cold metal. She whimpered, though, when he lifted it, and gently scraped her skin with the dull blade."Now,. . yes faster.... faster... her pussy contracting more and more as she is almost coming... I stop and slowly tease her hungry clitoris and feel her nails burying deeper into my back. I want to feel you she says I want you to fuck me like only you can baby..She swings sher leg back and slowly teasingly takes of her little black dress,leaving her in High heels and silk stockings. her brown curly hair playing with her hard nipples. She undresses me while kissing me everywhere and pushes me back on. Maybe I didn’t cut the cake well enough for Sandy, because it didn’t last very long after she went off to Police College. Mind you, I was bumming-it around the south coast a lot in those days, surfing and the like, with no real goal in mind. Sandy and me… well, we kind-a drifted apart, and away from each other eventually. Regretfully we hadn’t always seen eye to eye, since I’d moved back to town either. But that’s another story and has more to do with her chosen profession than anything else.. It was as if her resolve had given her arms of steel; I couldn't move; she was holding me so tight that it hurt, I mean it really HURT, and the pain of being held so tight was the most wonderful thing she could have given me right then. The dichotomy was so unbelievable, to think that someone wanted me so much that they would lock me up like that, to prevent me from getting away, compared to Susan who really does have me locked up by means of a wedding band, and who just doesn't care, who cut.