Tim left when another woman entered the garage.

The old man was deep in my ass, thrusting in and out like he was coked out on ******. I was happily tied over a box. I knew I couldn't have supported my own body anymore. The man pulled out and came all over my back. The spunk stung my welts. He moved away and brought candles before my face.

"All women like candles don't they?" He wickedly grinned. I cried out knowing it didn't matter. He let them melt in their glass containers until there was at least an inch of molten wax. He dotted my back with hot blue wax. It burned, and stung and finally grew stiff. He made patterns all over my back before moving lower.

He let small drops of wax polka dot my sensitive inner thighs. He only laughed at my gasps. He would stop and look at his handiwork, keeping me unaware of his next movement, my next pain. He would hold the was high above at times and low and close other times. Creully he kept the candle still dripping hot wax over and over agin on my asshole. I screamed and tried to move away, but there was no escape. Once the wax was thick, he moved higher to my lips and began again. The burning was so intense. i cried out, bit my lip, but nothing seemed to distract me from the pain.