"Are you shy?" was the first question she asked me.  I had already stripped down to my g-string!  "Uh... no?" I replied.  "Then take off your panties."  I obliged.  I had no idea this required full nudity.  So, there I was, butt naked under bright lights in a small room with white walls and a mirror.  Hmph, so much for confidence.   I was on my back with knees pointing east and west on the spa table.  My Brazilian bikini wax expert used rubber glove protection as she stroked, stretched and pulled my vajayjay in ways that felt, perhaps, more invasive than my gynocoloist.