Her bulge was much more prominent naked. All her curves were much more visible. I don't think I've ever seen anything so sexy as she was, rounded like...that. Just cuddling was hard, so she got on top of me. That worked really well. She had a lot of time to make up for, and she rode me for over an hour. I spurted, of course, but she just sat and rubbed anyway, until I got hard again. She quoted from my letters. She knew all my poetry by heart.Her breasts had swollen some, and her nipples were. . She was loving it!He, not so much. And, glancing up, it didn't seem her going to get any break, either. Debbie was already lighting the beeswax candles.Steph kept the post-orgasm torture going a while longer, using different approaches in keeping attention on the hypersensitive cockhead. And when she finally stopped, she then grabbed the candle handed by Debbie.Raising it over his penis.---------After a few coats of beeswax (burning much hotter than regular candles), removed with sandpaper,. David's in the basement. Go on down, he's expecting you."When Aaron and Maggie got to the basement, they saw David behind the bar grabbing a beer from the fridge. When he saw the he grabbed two more. Handing the beers to them, he said, "So, this is Maggie. Nice to meet you." Maggie smiled and nodded in response.Taking a sip of her beer, Maggie looked over the room. On one end there was a killer entertainment unit. A leather L-shaped couch next to a pool table. And on this end a bar with two. And how low you should bow varied with who you were and what the situation was. I was told that I was important enough that I probably shouldn't bow much more than my head most of the time, except maybe when I was meeting a top politician or CEO. I'm not trying to be dismissive or insulting to their culture, it just isn't what I'm used to.Also, there was this whole etiquette where the most powerful people would let their underlings do all of the talking, meaning theoretically, I shouldn't be.