I love the feel of the hot wax burning a slow path down my tender skin, but more than that, I love the hungry look in your eyes as you sit in the chair watching, sipping your drink, knowing I am held here by your command alone.
I love the feel of the hot wax burning a slow path down my tender skin, but more than that, I love the hungry look in your eyes as you sit in the chair watching, sipping your drink, knowing I am held here by your command alone.