We call it the bikini line. Do you know why?" I did, but with a gag firmly implanted in my mouth, I certainly wasn't in a position to tell her that."W...en you wear a bikini, that area is exposed. Did you know that women also have errant hairs in that area? Well we do and do you know how we get rid of them?" As she spoke the slavemaid arrived with a tray containing several items including a small pot and some cloth strips. "Well you are going to get your first 'hot wax'."I tried to get up from. 32 “B” cup breast and the cutest little ass you ever drooled over.Getting back to the fundraiser, our table was located outside the clubhouse towards the rear of the pool area. We were very busy for the first couple of hours but as everyone had walked around once the crowd dwindled. Mick was plastered as usual and Joan was upset with him. I told her to take him home that I would be alright myself for the last hour. She thanked me and gave me a quick peck on the cheek then turned and talked Mick. Not a little grin, but a broad, boyish smile that made her want him to take her right then. Not yet. With the way he makes me feel, he deserves anything I can give him. I’m never going to forget this either. She grinned back at him and knelt, one knee between his legs and one to the outside. She lowered her lips, first to his, laying feather-light kisses and then playfully nipping at his lower lip. She moved down to his neck and chest, her hair brushing his skin, running her fingers over his. I couldn't helpmyself as a got an erection that felt like touching the ceiling. Leavingthe panty however luckily was not possible, as real ladies wear theirpanties in style. The movements of the skirt around my waste contributedto my excitement even more.With the wig on my head, heels on my feet and the immeasurable joy of thepencil skirt moving around my legs and waste, I moved forward to thekitchen. Preparing breakfast, making coffee. Cleaning up, doing dishes,vacuum cleaning the breakfast.