I strut over and started to pour the burning wax over her tummy, moving it up to her nipples. She tried to cry out and jerk away from the pain, but I ...had already taken the correct precautions. I smiled at her pain, my dick harder than ever at seeing my cute little tease of a girlfriend handcuffed and gagged. I kept pouring the hot wax on her nipples, burning them. A tear rolled down her face, and I started to feel a little bad. But not really. I wiped away the tear, a brief loving smile on my. Anyway I offered to take her and one of her friends out for dinner and drinks and she agreed. It was casual at first but her hands kept ending on my lap and when I got her away from her friend I told her where I was staying and asked if she wanted to get drinks after dinner. She agreed and we met up afterwards. We talked about our families, k**s, and our marriages. Pretty much found ourselves in the same situation. Our spouses weren’t doing it for us.. We were the only people in the bar and it. ? The woman glared at her as Jodi wasforced to make her choice. She could either run away screaming out the door,attack this woman? or simply surrender her panties and face a whole evening ofbare-assed cocktail service in front of all the other women. The idea that thishumiliation might be just part of the show was not lost on her; she lookedaround the room and was suddenly aware that the entire assembled party had gonenearly silent, expectantly waiting to see what would happen next over at. Just for kicks I go to a church one Sunday. It is a different denomination from the one I was raised in. I haven't been in any kind of church since I was twelve. Afterwards there is a social hour. I introduce myself as new in town. I am as ladylike as I know how. I try to emulate the people I see. I surprise myself with the good time I am having. This is the first time I have talked to people without ulterior motives in a long time. Since David. In a way, since Lucina. Or even Ruth. I find.