Most of the wax from last night has brushed off into my bed as I slept, but a few pieces remain as a reminder. That and the ice are definitely experiences I intend to repeat many more times.
I woke up to Miss’ hands teasing my nipples, and as I stirred she quickly squatted her pussy onto my face and began to ride me. All I could do was hear and taste her, moaning into her as she gleefully used me. It felt so good and my pussy was aching so much by the time she climaxed and moved to the boy. She coaxed him awake playing with his balls, then did exactly the same.
Inside the boy’s box was a rubber doldo with a suction cum and a bottle of lube, mine contained a slightly larger than usual tennis ball, and some stick on velcro tape – just the soft side. Both also contained the camera and tripod from before, and a pair of leather wrist cuffs. Miss smiled that devious grin as she began explaining.
“Your last day, so I thought I’d let you have as many orgasms as you like, and you can document them for a scrapbook.”