) Wendy was relieved that she no longer had to stand, but she knew that her session was not over yet.She drew in a deep breath, upon feeling the first...drop of hot candle wax drop down onto her chest. Marcus was holding the red candle (taken from it's holder) directly above her prone body, tipping it so that drops of hot wax fell down onto her skin. Wendy found this to be quite stimulating. She writhed and wiggled around on the wooden rack to which she was bound, eagerly accepting the hot. First the three of them searched over the top of my body for a good pair to wear (no doubt making sure not to pick a pair of their own), and then Stacy and Cindy lent me their hands, and pulled me up, the panties sloughing off my body. It was my turn. I found a perfect pair of worn purple panties, ones that had obviously been bought a while ago, and very meekly stepped out of my own panties, and into the new ones. I was so incredibly hard, and my penis was jerking from the tension. Jen said to. Her ever so loving voice. But most of all he adored her sweet, innocent face. He knew all its lines and creases. Its many soft curves and sharp angles. Sometimes, late at night, he would lie awake for hours, staring at her while she lay peacefully on her pillow. Gazing lovingly at her features, memorizing its contours with the tips of his fingers. The brow was an impressive brow, high and prominent. He had always thought that a strong brow was the sign of a strong mind. Sometimes he wondered. She told me she fucked him. She’s fucked me three times in the last six months and fucked him on the first date? What the hell? I give her everything. I was as good to her as I know how to be and she threw me out with the other garbage. SHIT!June 3d, Dear Journal, My pastor called today to tell me I was no longer welcome. He said I wasn’t a good influence. He wasn’t even man enough to tell me to my face. What did I do? I don’t drink or run around. I worked and spent time with Deirdra and the.