I could sense her fear so tantalizingly emanated from every mouth-watering crevice. She contorted herself by tightening her stomach muscles and gettin... some faint semblance of control over her destiny in the process. Even a girl hung naked by her ankles, given the slightest inclination, will develop an over-inflated sense of self-importance. I could tell that Megan was subconsciously trying to position herself into a level of dominance. For a moment at least, she thought that I desired her with. She smiles but I am so embarrassed I avert my eyes. "Don't want to seem creepy, that will ruin my chances. Oh god that was probably creepy, it's over. I'll spend the festival alone." I panic.Before my train of though finish I notice she's standing over me. "Hey, are you going to the festival too? I'm Jenny by the way. We'd like a man we know so we don't get harassed at the camping area. Why don't you sit next to us and we can plan where we'll raise our tents together", she smirks. "Yeah..." is. She was trying to cover her breasts with one arm and her wet pussy with the other hand.“Bhai jaan, I was changing my dress when he started crying” she could hardly utter these words. “I know, you don’t have to explain anything to me” I replied lifting her chin up and smiled wickedly while picking up the bottle of perfume from the bed. “Don’t worry; Uzma darling and continue feeding the baby” I further added while mildly kissing at her forehead. She felt relaxed and requested for putting on her. . she wasn't so sure she wanted to see the b**st.So when the candle started dripping wax all over her right breast, and then made a steady line over to her left and that nipple, the most sound that Kristen let out was an agonized hiss. Agonized and yet turned on too. The pain was erotic, hot, the smell of the wax causing some kind of reaction in her brain. The candlestick dripped was onto her breasts and stomach until that candle was half out... the other two were still as long and fat as ever.