And it was probably unfortunate that the remote control, vibrating, princess that had been nestling happily between my fleshy, well-rounded, tushy che...ks chose that moment to suddenly spring back into life and start buzzing like a super large bee trapped in an anal passageway. So I was a bit distracted and maybe not paying much attention to Miss Crossface as she went on and on and on about uniforms and propriety and rules and sluts and regulations and teen-whores with their titties and. The morning sun lit up the bedroom with a warm glow, slightly diffused by the curtains but still remarkably bright. I blinked awake and almost groaned as a dull ache in my chest reminded me that I had not taken supported my ample breasts with a bra last night and the weight of them had stretched my muscles. I then smiled and sighed with pleasure as I remembered what I had got up to last night. I turned over in the bed expecting to find Anya lying next to me and was disappointed as I rolled into. Friday I took her for her waxing. When she said that I could watch I had no idea what I was getting into. She removed her dress and her panties to stand there in just her bra. She got on the table and waited for her attendant to come in. Meanwhile I got to stare at her hairy pussy and that made me quite hard.When the attendant finally came in she apologized for taking so long. I watched as she took a Pop Sickle stick and smeared hot wax along the top of Sylvia’s pussy mound, pressed a piece of. As they ate a bar meal each and imbibed more alcohol, the touching became longer and more intimate. Eventually their sexual frustrations came to the fore and they each bemoaned their lack of shared orgasmic activity. The talk, which had started as innuendo and double entendres, became erotic, then lascivious, then dirty talk whispers. Harry’s cock had been at full stand for a while, tight within his underwear beneath his trousers. Sally’s pussy had been sodden with her viscous, lubrication flow.