It’s really not that bad so relaxed and enjoy yourself.Love Me.” “OK, I guessed I’m getting waxed,” I said more to myself and than to Cindy.... To which she said, “Right this way Mr Pederson.” Somehow the way she said my name made me feel dirty. The good kind of dirty. Which of course then made me feel the bad kind of dirty. I am totally going to hell.Cindy showed me to the waxing room and instructed me to take my clothes off, lay on the table, and the wax tech will be right in. “Do I have to be. He opened the lock and welcomed me in.As it was a rental flat and only two guys were staying, there was no sofa so he asked me to come into his bedroom and said that i can sit on the bed.He bought me some colddrink and snacks.W chatted generaaly while having snacks and after that straight went to working on project.We worked for 3-4 hrs.During the work his hand brushed may times against mine but i didnt mind it as I never thought it was intentional.Once while explaining something he tried to. “Hugh up,” she interrupted. “Just enjoy it.”“You’re going to make me cum,” I replied.“I hope so,” she replied. “That’s the intent.”“I am going to make a mess,” I answered.“Go for it,” Judy replied.“This isn’t right,” I countered.“Just have fun,” she answered, lifting up from my lap and feeling for my manhood through the fabric of my trousers. She squeezed my manhood in her hand.“Oh wow,” she exclaimed, feeling my manhood, “you’re well built.”She lifted off my lap and bent forward in front of. “Glad you came, even if I was a bit of a ratbag,” she said a bit ruefully.“Well, you probably have enough problems without this as well,” I chuckled.“Yeah. Car accident, hit and run, some spinal damage, but hopefully repairable with a good surgeon. But until then I daren’t get out of the chair except to haul myself onto the loo or into bed,” she explained.“No husband, family to help?” I asked.“Hubby ran off with his secretary a couple of years ago, went abroad. Kids are down in Christchurch. I.