He kissed my neck and whispered in my ear, "Remember, you promised to do anything I asked," then handing me a drink, he said, "Here, drink this. It'll...help."His hand stroked the back of my neck then I felt him start to unzip my dress. I swallowed that drink like it was 8 ounces of cum. My dress and resistance fell to the floor. I had promised. "You won't need these either as he pulled my thong down and unclasped my bra and tossed it on the sofa. I stood there in Tom's dancing outfit - black. He told me that his relationship with his mother was working well, and that she was developing her submissive streak very strongly. He also told me how impressed she had been with my sense of control and my understanding of her predicament.I was flattered but intrigued, wondering whether Phil had a "swap" in mind. I caught up with him later and sounded him out. He blushed slightly and confessed that he had been really taken with my mother and was planning a "swap" but only if I agreed.I. "Hey this stuff burns!" It is supposed to. It is getting rid of all your unwanted body hair, so it won't grow back. We have some foam that works easier on the face and crotch area."After ten minutes of rubbing and burning we were allowed to take a shower. We exited the shower with hair only on our faces and crotch area."Don't worry we will get rid the rest later this morning."Still naked, we were escorted down the hall, to what looked like a combination of a beauty saloon and a nurse's. Perhaps that was the reason why I never found myself connecting with someone of the opposite sex. Maybe I just needed a connection with another female. I was quite young when I met such a woman. We were both c***dren at the time, but now that we are adults we know our connection is stronger than any between a man and a woman.My girlfriend is a walking wet dream; my Super Girl. She’s quiet for the most part, allowing me the privilege of entertaining her with my ever twitching tongue, telling her.