I stroke her pussy again and build her desire to a boiling point. "Are you close, my dear?"

"God, yes. Please." Pulling my hand away this time is beyond cruel and I fully expect the coming tantrum. "What are you doing?" she screams.

I shake my head to let her know I'm not falling for her antics. "It's time to remove the wax." I lift the sheathed knife off my desk and slide it from the case.

"Oh, hell no! You are not putting that knife near my breasts."

She ...