I finished my last midterm Friday afternoon, and picked up a twelve-pack of Hamm's on the way home. It felt like time to celebrate. Jane and Missy ha...d already started celebrating. In fact, they were halfway crocked when I got there, judging by the half-empty jug of rose. Missy was in her robe, cleaning up for a date with a grad student named Dave. Jane was clad in her Grateful Dead t-shirt and shorts. A very tight t-shirt I noted, along with her smooth thighs. She's shaved today, I told. Wendy found this to be quite stimulating. She writhed and wiggled around on the wooden rack to which she was bound, eagerly accepting the hot burning kiss of each drop of wax. Her pain-loving senses were gloriously alive, as her breasts and belly became covered with these tokens of her master's special kind of love. "And how does my slave like my candle-wax treatment?" he asked her, as he let a couple of drops of hot wax fall onto her thighs."Oh this is quite marvelous, Master! Thank you so. Something about the satins and nylonsand even the fine cottons seemed softer and nicer - somehow silkier -than any of my clothes. I began noticing how their dresses and skirtsswayed and moved, the gentle rustle of their soft petticoats againsttheir stockinged legs. It seemed a world that was denied me. Then oneday I was alone in the house and heard it start to rain. I knew thewashing was on the line and I'd get moaned at if I let it get wet so Ihurried out to gather it into a basket and bring. I arrived at the front door, and knocked. Then heard them coming down the stairs, their head poked round the door as if to check if i was alone or their parents were coming back. Luckily they weren't. They opened the door and let me in, they were stood there wearing a yellow summer dress which made me that bit more nervous. I asked for some water to cool down/settle my nerves. Then we went upstairs to her room. She sat in her computer chair and i sat on her bed. We exchanged brief chit-chat.