He found me wetter than I had expected. He finger fucked me as the candle flickered.He tilted the candle and I held my breath. The wax dripped and spl...ttered onto my soft flesh. It stung to the point that my eyes watered. Yet mixed with the pleasure his fingers created, it made something that I wanted more of.He didn’t have to ask me if I wanted more. He read my reaction and tilted the candle again.This time he poured the hot liquid across my waist. Far more wax than the first time. It burned. They had integral suspenders. The matching bra was pink with pink lace trim.I stepped into the panties and put on the bra. I then slipped my silicone 'breasts' into the bra and then sat on the chair and slid seamed white stockings with lace tops up my legs and attached them to the suspenders. I went to the dressing table and selected my blonde wig and carefully arranged it on my head and fastened it in place before brushing and styling it. I then put on my makeup and finished with a generous. The apartment that I decorated myself, every touch of paint, every wall hanging, and every little knickknack was hand-selected by me and I had a wonderful time doing it. Now this place feels like a prison and I am slowly losing my mind!I hate my bedroom, I hate my living room, I even hate the painting from my favorite artist hanging on my wall. I was out of town when all this started and I had to self-quarantine for two weeks before I could even think of leaving my apartment. By that time,. His eyes looked wild as I squeezed his cock.His hand tightened on my pussy and I felt a shudder in his body. His cock pressed up like it wanted to bust through the leg of his slacks. My fingers felt a lump of something move rapidly up the bottom of his shaft. My dad moaned and thrust his hips upward. I felt his cock pulsing and then a wet spot, as big as my hand, appeared on his pant leg, My dad had an orgasm in his pants in the school parking lot. This was great."Thank you for driving me to.