He stood behind, her reached through her legs, and I watched his fingers get a grip on the edge of the wax mound. His fingers were so close they were ...lmost out of focus. I knew how strong those fingers were. I could smell the wax in my nose and I was holding my breath as his fingers got a grip. I could feel Sue all over. Her head was between my legs, she could have licked my pussy if the hadn’t been gagged. I squeezed my legs together to hold her head, I guess she knew what was coming but I. ”So I turn her pale ass red with the brush. Spanking past where I would normally stop, even if it was just my hand.Then she lays on her back, spreading her legs and putting her hands behind her head. I can’t take my eyes off her big perky tits.“That’s right daddy, those are next. First I want you to brush my pussy.” I must look confused. “The bristles, daddy. Directly on my pussy. I want to feel it.”I place one hand on her fuzzy pubis. And the other grips the brush handle. Lightly I run the. She looked over at Melanie, and finally, their glances connected. Melanie gave her a quizzical look, as if to say, "where do you know her from?"Ilsa mouthed the words, "the park," but Melanie only frowned in confusion.After the roll call, Marsha Crow picked up their current area of study where Ursula Traynor had left off. Words and phrases about political violence in South America drifted past Ilsa's ears, but her mind was replaying fragments of that day in the park, over and over, as if in. "What's it like? No, I mean are you okay? No that's not right. Can I arrange for you to be interviewed?" Tonya," Che held up both hands. "Calm down. I need you to get in touch with Anne Birch."Tonya gave him thumbs up. Her mind ran through a new series of questions. The first being, 'why would Che want her to involve the investigative reporter'?"Space to Tonya, space to Tonya, yoo-hoo," at this point Che was waving both arms trying to focus the producer, "listen." She looked back at the screen..