" Pixie continued to mumble all the evil punishments that awaited Fystee as she was led away. Her hands were tied in front of her like handcuffs and t...e rest of the licorice acted as a chain attached to it. Fystee happily led her to her office, her tail flicking back and forth the whole way.Fystee sweeps the piles of random literature from her desk clearing a nice spot to mount Pixie upon it. Pixie can still smell the alcohol on Fystee's breath and wonders just how good of a night she did have.. ..so help me if you kick me…”Carrie waved a dismissive hand, “I’m not going to kick you," she huffed. She pointed at the wax warming on the burner. “It’s the perfect temp, just put it on the stick and toss it on here! Cover it with the strip for a few seconds and then whapow! Fresh as a daisy.” Derrick looked as if he had just received instructions for the Mars Rover. “That’s all I have to do?” he asked, still not confident.Carrie smiled and nodded her head. “That’s all you have to do.” Derrick. ." I groaned. "Such a dirty, dirty little girl." She moaned softly as my hand had slipped down past the waistband of her shorts to her pussy, fingers massaging the spot between her legs. "So wet," I whispered, rubbing her clit a little. "My dirty little girl is so wet." My mouth moved to her other nipple and my spare hand continued exploring her. Casey slipped her hand down between us, feeling my erection grow even harder in her hands, before she pulled away from me and slid down between my. “Sorry, I must have drifted off,” I said as I sat up. “I didn’t mean to bother you. Do you mind rubbing some lotion on my back? I don’t want to get burned,” Sarah said as she handed me a bottle of suntan lotion. At first it surprised me that she would ask me to do that. I had never imagined I would be touching her. I felt a little awkward. But then my male hormones kicked in. “I don’t mind at all,” I said with a smile as I took the bottle from her. She lay back down on her belly. I was.