In the end we agreed on one guy, an architect from forty miles away, the final choice being hers as she wanted to experience as much as possible as it...may be a one off deal. This meant that he met all her criteria including a good physique, well mannered, shaven headed and rather well hung. To be honest the last part scared me a little as he was truly impressive in his full body shots. But as she said if we were going to do it we were going to do it to the maximum and I had to agree. So the. The wick of the candle in particular had not worked; the wax itself had simply come apart from itself. We abandoned the idea because of the problems? and the pain it caused. Joan had torn an old tee shirt into strip. Several of these long strips she set to soak in a fondue pot we used to melt wax. Joan put on some gloves to protect her hands from scalding and keep the wax out of her finger nails? she did not want wax under her nails tonight. She took the first of the strips and. He could see blue nail polish fast approaching his zipper fly. Her voice was coquettish with a hint of something devious waiting to spring. Before her fingers could intrude, they stopped.When the young man took a seat in front of Amber, his associate slid off Tyler and took a seat beside him. She had the same grin currently plastered on the young man's face. She wore a thin turtleneck sweater with a pattern along the fabric that swelled and stretched across her generous breasts. Her ice blue. He looked confused, “You can’t! I-I’ll tell everyone if you Wont love me back!” he screamed, his hands Becoming fist , he’s, black mailing me? My own son, so I had to ofBabied him. I kept my eyes low as he lifted me up, putting me on top of theSink. I sat there wish why I wasn’t more strict,But isn’t that why he need a father; to dad he died long ago. I sat on the sink and he took of my underwear from my dress.What was I supposed to do, I’ve never been black mailed before: never. But why him.