Sally stood up, pulled her wrap round her and we headed off for breakfast.Sitting at our normal table we had a full breakfast. Sally was laughing, jok...ing and flirting with the waiters just as she always did and mainly ignoring me ... just as she always did. After eating we headed back to our sun loungers. I left her there laying in the sun and went into the cabana and started our packing and to get ready for our journey home tomorrow. Once I was done I came out and sat down to enjoy the last. That was a mistake, I realized at once. Now he would sit down and talk to me at close range."I'm Debbie." I held out my hand expecting him to shake it."Enchanted, Debbie." He took my hand a kissed it. With my nails, my hand looked quite feminine, but the back shows my age better than any other part of my body. Now the husky contralto voice that I had cultivated for so long turned out to be a trap. It sounded sultry and sexy. In my own ears I sounded as though I was coming on to Willie. The. I deserve your derision.No, no, no. My painful discovery was that the wax is NOT a method for easing the pain of hair removal. It is merely a tool to make it more EFFICIENT, by which I mean, allowing some sadist to rip out HUGE amounts of your hair, by the roots, AT ONE TIME! Good Lord — why hadn't this little detail come up before I was in too deep to back out!I knew how painful having my chest hairs pulled out by the roots could be. When my children were infants, I would sometimes hold the. That was not the scenario we had here. No, if we went down that path this afternoon, I was either going to have be pushing Laura Stone in front of me or, more likely, dragging her behind me. And she apparently was going to be loving every minute of it.Unless, God forbid, the real Terry Martin made an appearance. That was the Terry Martin who would be inclined to ask the submissive if she'd liked to be disciplined now, or maybe she'd prefer to wait. I'm going to tie you up now, bitch, or would.