”“Well it’s too late now, Herb, she stays, and that is all there is to it. You may think that she is a whore, but now she’s my whore. So, le...s get on with things and work out the details of the prenuptial agreement.”Suzanne’s position having been settled, Stone kept forking her pussy as he and Herb began to argue over the details of the prenup agreement, with Stone taking the side of making Paige rich and Herb trying to insure that she got absolutely nothing.Since Stone had shot his wad into. Perhaps you would prefer a dress with a high collar, a lacy stomacher as it were. What do they call it, fichu?" He touched her sternum with the tip of his forefinger, just below her mother's rope of pearls. "To here perhaps, wide lapels are quite popular, or bows, lace to tuck in." He stuck both forefingers down into the valley between her quivering breasts and pulled her closer."Oh no," said Anne with a small smile as she pushed his arm aside. "This is fine, very stylish, but I must stand very. ‘I did tell you I was married, didn’t I?’Thinking quickly I replied ‘No you didn’t tell me, but itdoesn’t bother me if it doesn’t bother you.’‘I’ll call you soon’ she said, as she got into her car.Two nights later she called me and said, ‘What’s youraddress, I’ll come over after work.’At 12:45, I was pacing anxiously in my living room. As sheknocked at the door, my heart jumped with anticipation.‘Hi’ I said as she slipped through the door. She walked pastme, dropping her purse onto the couch.. Drip..... drip.... The left breast is nearly covered in cooling candlewax. I decide to cover my sensitive little nipples. "Oh shit," I gasp, as I assault my nipples with the pain and pleasure of melting wax before moving to drip down my stomach. By the time I'm done, my upper body looks like a splatter artwork of red wax. I drop the candle back onto the candle with one hand, dragging my nails along my body to peel off the wax. My sensitive skin marks easily, and I love watching red streaks.