I was sent into a bathroom to remove my tracksuitand wrap a towel around my waist. When I came back into the room Juliehad left for work and I was tol... to lie on the padded table in the middleof the room. Maureen told me she was going to wax my body to remove allof the hair from below my eyebrows. She told me she had put atranquilizer in my orange juice to ease the pain of the waxing.I lay on my stomach as the tranquilizer began to take effect. I wassurprised at how relaxed I was becoming as I. Not quite sure what the man meant with his last comment, Kelly reluctantly headed back to the stage her pussy felt like it was burning and she was worried how much longer she could stand it. It was one thing for one guy to walk in on her in that situation; it was another thing entirely to masturbate in front of a live audience. All the desire in the world wouldn't make her stoop that low. No, She'd just have to try and ignore the burning, the aching the desir... "Stop it girl!" She said to. I walked towards him, with a huge smile on my face, focused on his foreskin brushing across his bulbous knob, and as I an only a few feet from him. he pushes his cock through the wire and I press my girly tummy against it, crushing it, feeling its warmth, and when I put my fingers through the wire he crushes them with his own, trapping me in his embrace, holding me in situ as he humps my soft tummy.The fence it to long and to high to scale so I tempt him with impunity, he talks really dirty to. He lived in a middleclass neighborhood, a 1-1/2 story ranch-style house built in the 60s. He workedas an accountant for one of the city's larger law firms and made good money.But Mike lived well below his means. He was, well, frugal in his spending habits.He was saving money for his next home, when he hoped by then he would havea wife (or at least a girlfriend) to share his nest egg. He had his eye ona couple of hotties in the firm: one was a young lawyer just out of schoolcurrently studying.