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."Wh...n 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 maid 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 the table,. Tiny splashes of sauce are on my hands.Perfect.I wash my hands thoroughly to spread the hotness evenly over my fingers. Everyone who's tried to cook with sufficiently hot peppers knows washing your hands will only distribute the capsaicin more evenly.Tentatively, I try to gently touch my eye with my pinky, which is met with immediate protest by my lacrimal glands. It hurts just right. Not too much, just that soft, yet stinging and lasting pang which gets followed by a pleasurable feeling of. Prior to that,around the age of 13 my mom had left my dad and he struggled to keep his head above water to provide he and I with a good home. Mom left him because she caught him in a compromising position with another guy so she just packed her stuff and left. It was always weird,mom and I were never close anyway so it didn't really bother me at the time when she did leave. So anyway,after she left, dad would always have some random guys stop by the house and disappear into the bedroom for a. “I’ve been watching you all morning Vivian, and I doubt you were daydreaming about chains and brakepads back there. Well, maybe chains…” My resolve by this time had melted away more completely than an ice cube on this guys overheated cock, which currently pressed against me in an unmistakable effort the cleave me in 2 from the crotch up. I could feel the calloused fingers through my increasingly annoying camisole as vividly as the abrasive rub of his 3 days growth against my cheek. His nipple.