She gave a little throaty giggle, dropped to her knees, and put my cock in her mouth still pulling my balls. She tapped them up and down a few times gently with the priest and said, “Alright, now drip the wax on them while I pleasure him.” Both girls engaged in this playful act a mixture of pain and pleasure until I eventually reached climax. She motioned for me to take a seat on the couch while she prepared the coffee. “do you do this to Pete?” I said
“No” was the reply “only someone I know I can have fun with.” She was tugging and squeezing on my balls. Her only means of escape was to flee to the U.K. After about an hour I told her I should be off to my fishing, thanked her for the coffee, and stood up. “Please, no more… I loved watching her and she me”.
