<em>Jesus!  That might have been a bit much!  I hope she’s not burnt.  Perhaps I overdid it?<br/></em><br/>Lifting the candle higher, the next trail is from the collar bone, along the outer edge of the breast, across that taut stomach, trying to maintain a smooth even pattern as she wriggles and squirms, across to the thigh and down.  Then lifting the candle to allow it to develop a new pool I mirror the pattern so that there is now an X shape of white wax, with one breast wearing its own necklace and the ribs underscored.<br/><br/><em>Better quit this before I hurt her.  Don't want to do that.</em><br/><br/>Putting the candle to one side, I lower my mouth to her lips, kissing her deeply, my tongue seeking entrance, while my hand closes over her unadorned breast, seeking the nipple and enclosing it between my fingers.<br/>