You'll change your make-up three times during dinner."Busted by a mind-reading partner — again. She also knew that I wanted time to fuss and fidget,...and that would probably not lead to anything good."OK," I sighed. Let's pretend we have a call in that neighborhood with all the big trees. What was it, University Avenue?" Yeah. Someone lucked-out on the shade. Those oaks must have been planted during the Civil War." You mean 'The War of Northern Aggression'," I said in my best Southern Belle. There is a lot of candle left, which I proceed to spread over her backside in liquefied form. She rewards my efforts with an appreciative wriggling and squirming, but other than some laboured breathing she stays silent.When her entire ass, her upper thighs, and her lower back are all covered in blue candle wax I grab her, lift her up, turn her around and put her back down. She is now resting on her arms and legs and the entire front of her body is exposed to me and to my candle. The position. Just relax and this will be over with shortly." He reassured me.I took a couple whiffs for good measure and could feel it working. I wasn't as nervous and didn't feel sick. I quickly took off my clothes but covered up my penis. Mr. Lance just chuckled and told me to bend over the table. He said he was going to explain every step he was doing to me and not to be nervous."Ok, go ahead and grip your buttocks apart. Now I'm pouring the liquid into a different container, then I'm going to dip my. He loved this and had me do it again and again, after about the third or fourth time he exploded his cock full of cum down my throat, I took every last of it too. Michael and I had found this new fetish to a good jump in our relationship. About a week after we learned our new fetish we continued to do different things that had to do with smoking and sex. It was now about the end of my freshman year in college and Michael and I planned an end of the year party for just some of our friends at.