I don’t do that.“I mean, for your skin,” the driver added when I didn’t answer.“Yeah, thanks,” I said abruptly.“You got nice skin. Don�...t get burned out there.”“I’ll be fine.”“You are fine.”I dreaded the next red light. Sure enough, he turned around again.“Look,” I started to say.“Don’t worry. I’ll get you to your party quick. You’re just so fucking hot…”I stared out the window smiling a little. I could complain. I could call his company. I could do anything to him really. But I looked back at. At that instant the little side-gate leading from the waste ground to the street was noiselessly opened, and a tall, powerful young man appeared. He was dressed in a common gray blouse and velvet cap, but his carefully arranged hair, beard and mustache, all of the richest and glossiest black, ill accorded with his plebeian attire. After casting a rapid glance around him, in order to assure himself that he was unobserved, he entered by the small gate, and, carefully closing and securing it after. He leaned it over Juliana’s torso before very deliberately spilling some of the molten wax on her erect nipples. Juliana let out a sharp sigh of pain before his fingers increased both their speed and depth. He then spilled some wax on her bellybutton and she arched her back to combat the delicious burn against the sexual tension that was ravaging her body. “Not there, please,” she breathed heavily seeing Robert glancing at his fingers as they worked inside of her. Robert smiled at her and. When his ice blue eyes met her she felt that ache in her grow and molten lava burn low in her belly. Yet somehow no matter how she wanted him she knew she shouldn't do this. She knew it was wrong and it was a violation of the budding trust between her and Catalina. Yet as his tight jeans fell around his ankles baring his perfect cock in all it's glory she could not stop herself from biting her lip. He looked at her and with a simple gesture she approached. Her eyes begged him to not ask her,.