I saw three women – or at least I thought they were women – with Trish. “Here he is,” she said to them as they all came in the room. I tried ...o cover myself and they laughed. “How cute, he’s trying to cover up.” One of them said, she was just a little taller than Trish, but more rounded, a little chubby. Her big breasts were bulging out of her tight corset that I imagined was under her black tee-shirt. She had long black hair and white skin, with a slight tan. A plaid skirt hung over her. Thankfully she wasnt amish.we exchanged phone numbers and email addresses.but i guess everyone does that at these functions,especially after a couple of cocktails.we left the conference centre and went our separate ways. a couple of days later i emailed her and suggested we get together and mull over the ideas from meeting and she readily agreed.we agreed to meet in the bar at the hilton downtown.at this moment i had no idea what was to happen.however i did have a few ideas of what i would like. I decided to play the reluctant victim with Fiona."OK," I said, "Do your worst." Excellent!" Fiona answered. "Let's get started. Lie down and try notto scream."I removed the towel and with that, she started to smear the hot wax onmy legs and remove it with the strips of paper. Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Itried my hardest not to yell, this was just a feeling I wasn't used to. Luckily my back and chest are pretty much hairless so they got offlightly but before very long, my arms, legs and hands were. It was a couple out for an evening stroll. They did not stop, but certainly slowed to peer through the darkness to comprehend what they were seeing. Deb's face was buried in her knees. This really turned me on to know the degree of humiliation a girl of Debs' upbringing was experiencing.After about 20 min. I went out to bring her in the house. While re-applying the blindfold, she whispered she had to pee. I led her to the back yard , and unknown to her, led her to the square of light being cast.