It was perfect, too bad I couldn't enjoy it.Being the owner's only daughter really sucks sometimes but I like it, I could bake and I could read even t...ough I can't.I was cleaning the table near the window that had books behind it, I noticed a figure coming from the right with someone.I only took a glance and didn't see the face of the two, as I kept on cleaning. Once I left the table they walked up to the counter.I was still not looking up as I was finishing the clean-up until I heard someone. I was taken to what looked like a typical beauty parlor. After beinggiven a glass of wine to help relax me I was told to lie back putting myhead into the neck rest. Soon my whole face had been covered in a layerof paste. The mud dried as I felt someone work on my toes and fingers,pushing back the cuticles and buffing my nails. Next the facial peel wasremoved and I was moved over to a shampoo chair. With neck leanedbackwards over the sink my hair was washed and conditioned. Then a hairstylist. " Easy," Paula said softly. "Take your time."Samantha walked out of the living room. She found it somewhat hard to keep her balance. But she put this down to wearing heels for the first time."Hold on to the handrail please," Paula ordered.Samanta put her hand on the handrail and walked upstairs with Paula, ready to catch her slave if she lost her balance. But thankfully, Samantha got upstairs with no problem and headed into her room and stood in front of the mirror."Wow," she gasped. Samantha. She confirmed and even said that Tony stopped by her office today and told her that she seemed "a little more worked up than usual." We both chuckled.Before my wife showered, I told her that I had a treat for her. I help up a home-waxing kit."No way!" She blurted out, "That will hurt!" Not as much as my belt will" I replied with a smile. "Strip and get on your back on the massage table."She did as she was told and I prepared the wax and began the process. It might have been uncomfortable, but.