"We don't want your nipples to explode," the brother goaded through his mask his demented exited eyes telling her differently. His fingers cupped her ...heaving tits so he could check his handy work; both were securely wired, greased and ready."Oh baby you're such a big succulent girl."He slavered his mouth hole oozing saliva. It looked like his drug abuse had begun to catch up with him; surely lust couldn't produce that much drool?"Time to cook your lovely fruits." He declared.The Yank pointed to. . Then says I wonder, Mmm... As she crops me a few more times... Holds my cock again as she says how does this feel little slut... Too which she then pours some hot candle wax over my bellend as it feels really sensertive I start struggling trying too move away but cannot as its too much with the ball weights also as I try too move on my tip-toes but the weights become heavier, my eyes start too close up & I moan into the ball gag as Mistress then scratches her nails over my bellend as too. It was a welcome stress reliever, and it kept her looking her best. Being around some of the top paid executives in the world on a normal basis was a bit intimidating at times. Luckily, her inner goddess came to the rescue in times of stress, and she always kept up with the best of them, both with her wit and her keen intellect. There was one particular client though that inner goddess found she could not even stand up to very well. He was CEO for Beck Oil Company, out of Princeton. Oh, that. I loved the confidence with which she defined our roles. So many women these days talk about the act as if they are in the driving seat, when in fact most still want to be seduced, kissed, felt up, undressed and penetrated. Maybe they are more proactive now, to use a word that emerged at about the same time as the change was happening. But Sheila clearly enjoyed being reactive rather than asking the questions.“Yes,” I said. “I'm going to shag you. Isn't it funny how two people can be well.