A couple stepsand he left his slippers behind, tangled in his pants.She dragged him down the hall toward the bedrooms, but she didn't haveto pull very...hard. For an instant, she almost led them into her room,but smoothly reconsidered. {This is strange enough for him. Betterstart in someplace familiar.}As they spilled onto his unmade bed Crissy was yanking at his jacket,finally managing to get it to slide off as he lifted his arms. Then hisarms came down, tugging at her nightie, and she wriggled. She gulped it down as fast as possible, not wanting to disobey orders or get any of it on her face and hair. Master sagged a little, and withdrew his now shrunken tool from his slave’s mouth. “God,” he gasped. “I’m going to keep you around forever, you twisted, beautiful little slut.” He looked at his watch wearily. “Five minutes. Holy Christ. Well, girl, get up and get Me breakfast.” kata hurried as a slave to the kitchen and made Master’s breakfast; two poached eggs on toast, pineapple,. A razor was made to appear, spray soap applied, and her luxurious bush removed stroke by scratchy sc**** into a washing up bowl of warm water. The long slow process continuing until her pubic area felt unexpectedly cool, and very naked. It was short lived as the first of the long dreaded black candlewax dripped onto her now naked mons, she jumped, like someone stung… and cried out as it splashed on her tender skin giving a feeling like a bite from a giant gnat. Second then third drops hit home,. Forty years older and far more sexually experienced, yet clearly still dizzy and breathless from his size. Having gained the head, Tristan began slowly applying more and more pelvic force to his probing and stretching. Doris's labial lips were soon stretched taut; dilated to the max by his 'pop can' girth. With gentle rocking, and slow, incremental gains, he eventually fit a respectable fifth or sixth inch inside her. "OH. MY. GOD!" gasped Doris; mouth agape; eyes rolling back in her head. "You.