His fingers came to his lips, and then to my forehead. "Truth or dare, Mr Gladwell?" I asked. "If you insist calling me that, truth," he told me. "How...old were you when you first viewed porn?" I wanted to know. "Sixteen, on a VHS. If you have no idea what that is, try consulting Wikipedia," he suggested. Truths went on for twenty minutes, and then a dare broke out. "I dare you to show me your internet search history on your laptop," I said, looking at his laptop. "What, do you think I watch. His eyes wandered down over the trail of exposed flesh, the inner curves of her breasts, her flat belly, to the naked slit between her legs, now freshly shaved and parted slightly to reveal a deep red, pulsing core. "You don't understand. He only sees me when I ask. I thought you knew that. It's me. I have to go." "You don't have to go, damn it! I love you, but even I have limits! Just how much more do you expect me to take?" Her expression changed to one of disappointment. Her eyes were filled. It felt amazing! Dripping circles upon circles around and around my body i fell into a highly relaxed state of being... when he asked what I was feeling I described it as "A massage with drops of electricity." There was no real pain to speak of just a euphoric feeling of peace and waves of sensation all over me. After my back and hindquarters were successfully covered in wax I turned onto my back, exposing my softest and most sensitive parts. With each movement I could feel wax breaking free. Let's finish our shower together then get dressed for the evening."Mom and I got out of the shower and dried ourselves off then we went to our bedrooms. I selected a white sleeveless blouse, a blue mini-skirt. Nothing else, just a blouse and skirt. Anyway, I got dressed then went downstairs to the kitchen. I made several trips back and forth from the kitchen to the recreation room carrying ice, orange juice, tomato juice and stuff like that to make mixed drinks for everyone.After I was done, I.