“I have also heard that the way to a man’s heart actually originated a little lower on his body.”“You mean my feet?” I asked, barely able to...keep from laughing again.“No, I don’t mean your feet, you brain-dead Jarhead,” she said, then turned around and made sure I could see that I had been right. She was wearing absolutely NOTHING under the apron.“If that didn’t work, then the rolling pin was going to be Contingency Plan C,” she said, holding up the pin for me to see.“One of us is not going to. I told her I would love to have her breast and groped them while she said she liked my ass. She squeezed it and then we kindof made out. I thought we were alone but I guess someone saw us.You: I never gave rule about playing with your girlfriends *hoping you would turn out to be a lesbian so no other man touches you*But boys. *My voice rises* I made it clear no boyfriends, right?Stranger: *I wince when you raise your voice and turn away from you ashamed*I know daddy. I know! But it was like. Harder..” she gasped, as he yanked back on her hair. He relit the candle and positioned his cock at her wet, eager hole. As the first drops of wax began to fall on the small of her back, he slid into her. She gasped and tried to scoot forward, but he held onto her hair more tightly. He began to thrust into her as he dropped wax onto her back, ass cheeks, and shoulders. His thick cock was pounding into her as she moaned with simultaneous pleasure and pain. He let the wax drip haphazardly now, as. She tried to open her eyes, but it was much too hard. She wanted to bring her hands to her eyes and rub them. How hard could that be? She tried to move her right hand. There was some rough surface against it, blocking all movement. She opened her eyes to see what it was- it was a thick, tight rope strung across a black wooden surface. She looked to her other hand. It was similarly bound to the table. She tried to move her legs, but they were bound too.Priya opened her eyes and saw straight.