At thesight my mouth began to water, looking back over her shoulder shegrinned."What do you want sissy?" she asked mischievously knowing full well wha...I wanted.My gaze was captured by the ample orbs, the dark scented crease.....infact I could see that her pussy juices had trickled between her legs andcoated the soft puckered hole. I groaned and gave in to my submissivenature much to her amusement."I want to worship your wonderful bottom Mistress," I crooned in a stateof submissive bliss."Kiss. ” Pulling her close, he wrapped his arms around her, caressing her ass with both hands. “C’mon baby, you don’t want him. I’ve got lots more experience, you should pick me,” he said in a low voice, causing a shiver to run down her spine.Staring up through the black hair that hung over his dark blue eyes, she wondered if maybe he might not be a better choice. His hands on her ass were making it difficult to think. No, she wanted Doug to be her first.. It wasn't very long before the grey haired woman was waxing Holly's thighs. Roger was enjoying hearing the grunts and groans of mild pain, but his anticipation was growing as he knew everything he had arranged to be done. As the process moved off her legs onto her bikini area her groans began to grow louder. His heart beat faster when he saw the look on Holly's face as the old woman began to smear wax with the wooden applicator to his young toy's bikini area and he was delighted when her. Her little brown Boxer with a stumpy tail had been for her tenth birthday three years ago. Then her hair had been long, now she had it bobbed short and wore a 32" bra. She had changed and so had Tex.His tongue slurped over that red tip that now peeked out its sheath.With each slurp his black bollocks swung between his pink flanks. It mesmerised her. On previous occasions at home, Pamela had to halt what her mother called, "his rude habit". Yet her father jovially called it natural animal.