I politely refused. I didn't tell them that their body hair maintenance was one of the tools I used to keep them subservient. It also kept them from b...ing bored."Would you like a dry or wet sauna, while you wait?" she asked. "We could also give you hot stone therapy or a massage, Swedish or deep tissue."I shook my head. "My girls need me near them. It helps them handle the pain."But when you are done with them, set us all up for a full spa treatment." I was in a good mood, and felt like being. “Hold me.” she said looking vulnerable and scared.I took her in my arms and hugged her tight. She squeezed me tight, as well. I know it was the wrong time, but even this comforting embrace was more than a little arousing. I could feel Kim’s firm breasts crush against my stomach. Her head nuzzled on my chest; and I took in the mingled scent of sweat and her shampoo. Kim released me; looked up and shifted her gaze from one eye to the other, and then leaned up to kiss me softly, tentatively. Her. Also, I noticed was that my mother would always keep a robe with her, somewhere close, and as I found out later, it was because if anyone happened to knock on the door, she could put the robe on, as she didn’t want anyone else but me to see her dressed that way.But the biggest thing was that my mother began openly flirting with me and was giving me a lot more hugs and kisses. The kisses were on my cheek but when she hugged me, she was pressing her body and her tits firmly against me and holding. Thankfully he doesnt use my full last name. Edgar Allan Poe, he was known for his depressing poems. The class breaks into laughter, as I talk. Jean shouts you freak! Your a fucking nerd. Frowning I get up and run to the bathroom. With tears in my eyes I pull out my razor that was hidden in my pocket. Slowly I start to make cut marks. Trying to numb all the pain, tears rolling down my cheeks. Someone walks out of a stall and looks at the drops of blood on the sink. Rushing over she turns the.