My eye makeup was light, next to nothing. I wore plum-colored eyeliner because it made my green eyes pop. My mascara was especially dark, but not clum...y. I was never one for lipstick, so I just wore tinted lip balm. I wore a strapless black cocktail dress that was rimmed with emerald colored diamonds on the bust and on the bottom hem, I bought the pin with the dress, having found it in the same store. I wore no nylons, my legs were tan and flawless at the moment, though I’m not always so lucky.. " I was right on edge but I didn't want to be punished anymore. Another blow to my skin, I'd have a bruise. He bit my lip and twisted my nipples hard. Still buried to the hilt inside my tight hole, he reached for the candle I had lit earlier in the evening, which was now a melted mess of wax. He tilted the candle to drip some of the hot wax down my body. The warmth seeped down my skin, leaving trails from my nipples to my aching cunt. "Who is my fucking slut?" he asked thrusting hard again,. I broke off the kiss and told him, "This is soo wrong. I don't think this is right."Pushing his hand deeper down my pants, he found my pussy already getting wet. "Yes you do." His tongue went right back into my mouth. Now I really started to struggle. His finger felt thick and rough. One had pushed its way into my pussy. When I pulled away, he pulled his finger up to show me the juice coating it. When I had turned to face him, he moved in close. "You all wet down there. You must like. I've never been rebellious, always obeyed my parents, that sort of thing. I was not the stuff that martyrs are made of. I followed her directions as best I could. There was a large pillow under my stomach. With my ankles secured to the bed corners, my legs were wide apart. Even if I'd had the will to try and resist her I could have done nothing to protect my crotch from further invasion. The vibrations in my fanny even destroyed my interest in doing so. My body wanted her to do things to it,.