It's heat finding it's way into your open and begging arsehole, warm and tempting."God yes, fill me with it master!" you beg, driven over the edge. Th...n,"SMACK, SMACK"!!!....on each hot buttock and you feel the wax flake away leaving the cold air on your skin. Now in a state of continuous almost orgasm, pulling on your nipples, punishing them for enjoying the pain of being stretched and pinched and knowing full well how much watching you act this way makes my already hard cock strain and drip. I nodded."Same idea with my family and littles." Oh," I said."Plus she's truly the baby in our family with her height. She's reallyjust a smidge over betweener height... And the rest of us are tallerthan average! So she's never gotten big enough to give it back to themphysically." she sighed and I could tell she actually felt bad for hersister. "Why don't you come keep Mommy company while I redo my hair andmakeup," she told me with a smile and carried me down the hallway totheir room. She sat. BAM!Joyce screamed as a hand slammed against the window of the booth. The rain streaking down the window made it hard to make out the figure the hand belonged to. Joyce’s breathing sped up in fear as she dialed the last number and held up the phone in trembling hands. All she got back was a dial tone. The phone was disconnected!“What do you want? Leave me alone!”The figure outside the booth stepped around and slid something into the handle of the booth’s door. Joyce was confused at first but. Everything on the left was Brett's, Right was Donald's. Fresh meats, fruits and veggies, Donald's. Everything frozen, Brett's. The “boy's” as she called them, walked behind her, seldom looking up until she stopped, as their eyes remained plastered on her ass. Agness walked slowly, rolling her hips and bouncing her ass cheeks, swaying side to side as she checked the shelves. “Damn, I want some of that”, Brett spoke. “Brother, you're preaching to the choir”, Donald replied! Agness kept walking.