She looks at him in disbelief as he smirks in return and I bring her mouth to my cock. A pinch of the nose and 30 seconds later my head penetrates he... lips and runs to the gag point. Oh she doesn't have much control of that as the saliva runs out of her mouth. 'Controlling it now, aren't I?' she looks up at me with a cross look of holy crap and amazement at the same time. Then suddenly I see the look, a bit to much wine and a few to many strokes against the back of her tongue. I pull out. To jerking and crying. The Elixir and the powerful, involuntary state of arousal it caused increased dermal sensitivity all over the body, not merely in the genitals.Once the second layer had been whipped off, the ladies all congregated around the said genitals with their candles. Bringing the candles above the cock and balls.The candles tipped over in turns. They poured the wax from close distance so as to not cool too much before hitting, delivering maximum pain. He struggled and cried. I realized that I was mentally calling her by her preferred name. “And I think you won’t respect me less if you call me Cunnie.”“I might,” I said carefully.“No,” Cunnie said. “It will remind you that I’m going to always be ready for you to put your cock inside me, but if your heart is big enough to forgive what I did to you in school. Your heart is big enough to know that I deserve respect.”“Not if you act like a brat,” I said.“That’s Aine not me,” Cunnie said. “Now go play. I’ll come out a. " I didn't mean it like that. I'm happy you like your work." He's not usually this touchy. He's agitated. Maybe he's getting it from her."Sorry..." A satyric smile, "Come here you little whelp, and I'll show you what I think real work is."Lana laughs in what one would consider a musical tone, if the musician were a bit tone deaf.2. Quickening"These flowers would go very well. Very well, sir."And they will. Orchids will complement the black and white photographs for the gallery display, this one.