Steph kept the post-orgasm torture going a while longer, using different approaches in keeping attention on the hypersensitive cockhead. And when she ...inally stopped, she then grabbed the candle handed by Debbie.Raising it over his penis.---------After a few coats of beeswax (burning much hotter than regular candles), removed with sandpaper, the boy's ever-hard cock was angry red, abraded in many parts. Wickedly grinning Sarah was toying with it with the tips of her nails. Dancing them up and. "She told us about the night you spent with Jatinder," Mandy admitted.I was flooded with shock.How could she know his name? I never mentioned it."How could she have helped you?" First," she said, getting serious, "you should understand that Emilyloves you, and always has. She's often spoken highly of you, of yourartistic abilities, and your kindness. She's very proud that you're herbrother. And the truth is," she paused, finding the right words, "well,I might as well just say it, Emily and. She turned toward the desk and clicked the lamp off, plunging the room into darkness. Then she knelt beside the bed again and whispered, "Did you like what you saw." I was speechless for a moment and then I said, "Oh yes, you are so beautiful." "I'll bet you're really feeling nasty now," She said in an uneven voice, "I know I am." "Oh man," I said I am so horny now I just want to get off." "Me too," she whispered in my ear. I felt her sweet breath on my cheek as she continued, "Do you know what. Passing back by me, she glanced in my direction and once again, winked as she smiled. Okay, now she was flirting with me. That was no casual smile and the wink as pronounced. A few moments later and she stood right next to me. “Your coffee,” she said, extending her arm, cup in hand. No wedding band. I smiled. “What type of sweetener would you like?” she asked. “Just put your finger in it,” I teased. “Sugar, or artificial?” she replied. “Sugar is fine,” I replied. She reached into her apron.