And, don't stop. Don't stop for anything." She was practically begging. I continued to let drop of hot wax hit her nipples and areola. Every time a dr...p it she would squirm and toss her head from side to side. When the small candle had burned down to my fingers I blew it out, laid it back in the bowl and picked up the butter knife. Slowly I started pealing the dried wax from her breasts and with my other hand took a piece of ice from the glass and started rubbing it over the reddened nipples. It was Friday night and I thought I could go out for dinner since tomorrow is holiday for me. I dressed up in a jean and t shirt and suddenly it started raining. I cursed the rain (but I was lucky because of the rain) for coming in my way of going out. It was the month of June and the monsoon have started. I was waiting for sometime and since I got pissed off by the rain I decided to go and make something to eat for dinner and I went in.After some 30 min my door bell rang and I went to open the. She was assigned to room 13 which she was not all that happy to discover for her up-bringing included a great deal of superstitious mumbo-jumbo about good and evil and numbers that boded badly for future events.Her cell-companion was a pregnant nun called Sister Regina.The fact that the pretty female was pregnant was reason enough to be in the restorative Spa of religious retreat, but Sister Angela chose to ignore the obvious and never mentioned it to the poor woman for fear it might cause. How could Merle love her in this body? She saw a tall woman almost 5’8′ in height. A lady whose body had gone to the dogs (in her mind). Her disgusting breasts were flat and drooped to surround her navel like two bell clappers. They sure didn’t look like they did when they first married. Yes, she would have flunked the pencil test even back then, but after breast feeding four kids the damage was done. The veins stood out on the back of her hands as did the varicose veins on her legs. What used.