..and you were right, I needed that, needed it more than I realized I really did. I just hope your brother doesn't hate me for it because I did." Mand... laughed. "Oh I'm pretty sure that's not something you need to worry about," Mandy told her. "If anything, he's probably worried about whatever it is your thinking knowing him. Though I don't mind telling you, I'm a bit jealous of you myself. I tried seducing him myself, a little anyway, but he never really picked up on it, or he was too shy to. My wife didn't really know about this fetish of mine. She was a devout Baptist and would be severely bothered. I was screwed."SIT THE FUCK DOWN!" commanded Jake.Now I'm not small but I'm not a big guy either. Jake was probably 6' 2" and, I noticed now, in great shape. Typical of his generation, he was wearing flipflops, shorts, and a tee shirt. I sat back down in my computer chair, now suddenly very aware of my nudity. My cock didn't seem to mind though. It was still hard as a rock."Dude, what. For goodmeasure I placed my shoes on top of my clothes.I began to apply the hair remover, and while the smell was repugnant,the process itself went smoothly. Starting from below my neck I wentdown my torso, then my arms, than my pubic area, and my legs. I whereI had to be, and I took a look and the mirror and almost laughed atthe image of myself covered in hair remover. I stopped laughing when Iremembered Mistress had said everything from the eyebrows down, notthe neck. I remedied the situation. I handed the damaged undergarment to the owner pretending as I have done it before. “Ohh, I see someone liked that,” the ‘Toothpick’ started to look for trouble.“Someone got a boner,” he carried on taunting.“Oh, shut it,” I retaliated with a sense of annoyance. “No, no, it’s good,” the shrink tried to defend himself, as I got the hike going again.“How can that be good?” an irritated Melissa chipped in.“Melissa darling, you are now old enough to be considered as ‘sexy’,” the shrink continued,.