She reached for the little bottle of personal oil and put her fingers between her labia to spread some lubricant in. 'God, I'm already wet! I haven't ...been wet for a guy in ages. Fuck the oil.' She smiled to herself as she thought about, 'Fuck the oil.' It sounded pretty good for some reason.'What to wear?' Kelly rummaged around for a pair of suitable panties. 'Not a thong, ' she thought, 'he gets me with what I like.' She picked out a pair of pale blue, and very thin, cotton/Lycra bikini. She was holding two candles: one large one and one thin one; and she was also holding a book of matches and a ball gag. Before John could say anything, she strapped the ball gag into John’s mouth.“Have you ever felt hot wax before?” asked Miss Peterson as she lit the large candle, “It hurts, though i love the feeling. Im sure you have felt hot wax, but you will never have felt it like this.” Right then, Miss Peterson tilted the candle sideways and held it right over John’s tanned six pack. The. For his part, Ben took it well. Slowly he responded with an “Oh ... Kay”. It was clear that he had not committed fully to the smile on his face. This was all new territory.Ben looked to his wife, who shrugged with a ‘what can I say, he did’ look.It was clear that Josh wanted to share with his dad that he learned something cool. It could just as well have been ‘Hey, Dad. Mom taught me how to juggle today”.It’s not like Lisa set out to teach her son the fine art of pussy licking. Like most. I lathered it all over my body, rubbing in the smooth suds.The guard cut the showers and through me a towel. It wasn't the averageprison towel, it was egyption cotton and very soft. I took great pleasurein drying myself off.I went into the next room. There were my clothes that the guards kept forme. A black basque with rose-shaped stitching, which I squeezed into.Having closed all the clapsed, I looked at the guard as I twisted the basquearound to the correct orientation.I picked up the.