We departed at the bus stop. Before leaving she asked me to keep in touch and call her again and thanked me for the evening as well as the friendship....ew months passed away, we talked in phone once in a while. One day she called me and asked me to gather come information about a place. I gathered the information, it was an address that I had to give her. I called her back to give her the details. So that she doesn’t make a mistake in writing the address I was representing each word with a. It'scalled a posture collar. It will keep you from slouching and will holdyour head up proudly. There is a small hole in the ball gag which willallow you to breathe through your mouth like when your nose is stuffedup. You can also insert a straw through that hole to drink water whilewearing your collar. And of course it locks on, so you will not betempted to remove it in my absence. When you need to communicate you cansimply text me, or even write notes on a note pad if you prefer. . All falls quiet for a few minutes as I wait in anticipation, exposed and tied. I hear Him walk back towards me and I start to breathe heavier, not knowing what lies next for me. He drips melted wax on my lower back and ass…I can feel it run down my thigh. He takes His hands and rubs the melted oil into my body, it soothes my already beet-red ass and I moan for how good it feels. He then drips another round of melted wax on me but this times does not rub it in, He lets it run over me and cool. . She was wearing a short skirt that my hands passed under, feeling the silky smoothness of her panties stretched across her firm butt. I gave a tentative squeeze of her ass cheeks, she let out a little moan that was encouraging. I wonder if she had any other piercings that I would soon discover. She pulled me to her lips and we kissed passionately. I held her close feeling her breasts move rhythmically as she breathed deeply. Our tongues were speaking a language of their own as they rolled.