We had been there often enough, mostly to their regular 'munches', but recently Chris and Emily had become regulars, always as Mistress and slave, alw...ys returning bright eyed and randy as fuck, not that I was complaining, not at all.My latest idea to increase sales and promote the gallery was to hold an auction at one of the regular munches, each piece carefully selected from our stock of the more extreme BDSM themed pictures, paintings and sketches. I even included every single one of the. He was obviously getting into sucking on my ‘bags’…what an idiotic comment to make. Guys are so easy. I still couldn’t see his bulge but I bet it was getting bigger. He still had his boxers on and I couldn’t see what was happening down there. His left hand worked down to the middle of my belly and grabbed my ravaged nightie in his big fist. We were close to getting the ingredients all set for the picture so I could get rid of this kid and maybe get sweet Melanie back to helping me reach my. Just sand, in every direction- except were those hills or mountains, over there to the north? They could be either, but they gave him a direction to proceed. Tonight. For now, he needed to protect himself from the sun, and conserve his strength. Just because he was still alive today, didn't mean he would still be alive the day after tomorrow. Still, his fatalism from the preceding month was gone, and he was back to his sense of immortality, his confidence in himself, and his chances of. My lower lips slighly open from my legs being spread so wide, my tits jutting out invitingly, unable to move away. I lost track of the time, and suddenly a hot stinging runs through my left breast and makes me shriek in surprise. Quickly I press my lips shut and look down. A splotch of red wax is slowly drying on my skin. A second later, another one drips down from the candle, hits my senitive breast and gives me a slight but very uncomfortable burn.The seesaw makes a whirring noise and tilts.