“Lash the wax from her flesh” said Grigori and a whip sliced through the still air to land across Katya’s upper thighs in a blinding white flash...of agony. She opened her mouth to cry out and the second stroke - of many – cut into her lower belly and around her hip and arse. It took many minutes before she had a long enough respite to draw breath and scream and longer still before they were satisfied that every scrap of wax was gone from her burning skin.She was gasping to regain her breath. Jennifer leaned closer, her cheek brushing against the inside of Tracy's sleek thigh. She inhaled the fragrance of Tracy's soaking cunt, that delicious perfume spiced by the gamey aroma of doggy jism.She approached the feast like a gourmet, ravenous for the main course, yet lingering over the hors d'oeuvres. Turning her head, she licked at the slick, damp flesh of Tracy's inner thighs, gathering up the slime that had trickled down those shapely columns.Tracy's clit shot out like a bullet, as if. A sweet sensation exploded inside her as she imagined Ethan hovering over her, pumping inch after inch of his hot, stiff cock into her. In her mind, she could see herself reaching for and smoothing his raging shaft, guiding it deeper into her, pumping her, teasing her, heaving up and down as he thrilled every part of her. Her body jerked, and her soft, smooth voice called to a man who was only there in memory—but what a memory he was. The sheets fell from the bed, her legs parted farther and. “Mmmmmmmmmm, I know I need some of this soon.” We then donned our robes, grabbed our smokes and she grabbed her baggie. I knew she would bring some pot. We got back out to the kitchen and Rich suggested we go out by the pool, and asked what we wanted to drink. Rich and I had beers, while the girls opted for wine.The pool area was lit with torches and had a nice glow to it. Just before we exited the kitchen to the deck, Carrie suggested we get rid of the robes, so we all were naked then. Rich.