I can feel a gust of warm air blowing against my wet opening and I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter. I wonder if Penny can see or feel it, I ...losed my eyes and relax, when she's done with the plucking, she cleans my inner folds with the wipes and as she cleaned, her fingers brushed against my swollen clit and I let out a soft moan of pleasure and somehow I shamelessly wish that she will do it again.She looks at me straight in my eyes and asked me to turn over for my butt crack waxing.. He felt the punk’s pulse accelerating in his hands, felt the punk struggle and squirm against his own grip, and he felt something deep inside himself welling up. Something primal, something animal, something powerful, and when it hit his throat, he screamed so loudly, gutturally, and intensely that it shook his entire body. He pushed off from the wall and shoved the punk all the way across the alley, practically lifting the punk up off the ground. He slammed the punk against the other wall,. Today it was loose and flowing. She was still dressed like a teacher, but not in her usual business suit. This outfit was less formal, the skirt shorter, her blouse was low-cut and clingy and if you looked carefully, you could see black lace at her cleavage. Her legs were in shiny black stockings and she was wearing heels. What was really cool to Peter was the fact she didn't have her glasses on, although he found them sexy ... on her. For the first time however, Peter could see her beautiful,. I didn’t ask him and he didn’t volunteer. I merely waited, anticipation building inside of me. "You’ve been good? You haven’t played with your pussy, just like I asked?" After the long silence, his voice startled me. I did my best to recover quickly, shaking my head until I found my voice again. "I’ve been good. It’s been… hard." "I know, baby girl. Don’t worry. Tonight, I’m going to reward you. All I ask is you be patient and trust me. You think you can do that?" "I’ll try." I told him, and I.