“Trust me, everything will feel so much better. If you want, I could even take you to the spa where I get my regular waxes.”“Doesn’t that hurt...” Hayden asked, although he was truly interested. His mother had yet to steer him wrong.“Everyone has a different threshold,” she told him. “But it’s worth it. How about just trying it once? Then, if you don’t like you don’t have to go back.”Hayden smiled at his mother again. He was willing to try anything.It was only the next day that Cheryl got Hayden. A gorgeous dark haired Irish woman made me over and we chatted and she was very friendly and made me feel at ease.After applying make up including mascara and pink nail varnish she showed me how to put on a wig 'properly' as she called it not just shove it on my head.She then told me to go back to the dressing room and put the dress I had brought with me, a nice long purple dress and also black shoes with as high a heal as I could manage.She looked me up and down and showed me in to the lounge. She would also take every opportunity to comment on what a big job i would have ahead of me since my privileges cleaning after she pees or comes back all sweaty from running or working out were temporarily revoked and she wouldn't be showering. This would continue until Sunday night at which point after I had properly her entire thick, sexy body she'd order me to my knees while she sat legs spread wide facing me, rubbing her pussy through the panties. "Hmm", she said after briefly pulling aside. My cock was dancing a jig inside my trousers and I had not even spoken to her as yet.Somehow, we managed to get on the road and I was lucky enough to be assigned a seat up front right across the aisle from the driver and her. I kept a magazine perched protectively in my lap to preclude her noticing my continued arousal and perceive me to be some sort of pervert.I could hear some sniggers and laughter from the rear of the bus and I was mortified to think that the other rude male passengers were.