Molly Matthews is the only girl I know who can come just from having her
feet massaged. She's also the most deeply and truly submissive woman I've
ever met. Pain is just the piquancy that deepens her emotional experiences
of submission. I could think of nothing better than to have her as a
candelabra while I took a quick break in the shooting to eat my dinner.
Candlelit dinner, yes, but you don't usually have such a shapely
candle-holder at your feet. You most especially don't get one who relishes
the steady, remorseless drip-drip-drip of hot scarlet wax, whose screams
turn deeper and throatier as the pain hits her exquisitely sensitive soles.