Wednesday after school 2 weeks ago, she broached the idea on her way home. He’d bought a new car in August, a 2019 Honda Accord, which as a senior; ...e was allowed to park at school. He insisted Rebecca go with him; he refused to let her ride the bus by herself and be ridiculed.“I hate being 15,” she sulked.Distracted by a text he shouldn’t be reading behind the wheel, he answered, “What?”She slapped his hand and tried to grab the phone. “You’re gonna kill us, Robbie—stop it!”He laughed, batting. Maybe exhibitionism was a fantasy she was too embarrassed to share?“And there are swingers!” I said. “Swingers at the resort who hook up with other couples and have sex! Did you know that?”“Shh,” she said. “Keep your voice down. Yes, I read that, too. Everyone says you don’t have to swing if you don’t want to. There’s no pressure.”Apparently, she had done as much research into this resort as I had. If I had to guess, she had found the same message board I discovered.“Wait a minute,” I said.. My balls start to churn, my cock throbs and I groan softly as I erupt into your panties. Finally catching my breath; I hear the water turn off. Turning back onto my belly to watch. Thanking the gods that your urgency left the mirror only slightly fogged. You towel yourself off, watching you I feel my heart thump faster. Hoping onto your bed, my cock jumps as you let out a sigh.... The waiting begins....A game of chess later, I hear your breathing has changed, blood surges to my cock and a. The wax dripped and splattered 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 painfully. I bit my lip to keep from screaming. I knew it was going to leave a mark.I wanted more. My hips started to move.