So I’ve been waxing for about 10 years, and during that time I’ve had a number of female waxers. Some thorough, some not, some gentle, one whom tore my sack up enough that my shorts would get stuck to my raw ball sack for the next 3 days (only time she waxed me). I’ve had silent waxers, chatty waxers, one who wagged her finger in my face and said, “that’s all in your head, you can control it,” as I had become mostly erect. Up until recently the only exciting moment was a cute female waxer who smiled at me as she waxed my stiffening shaft and said, “Don’t worry about it, I am touching your junk, it happens all the time. I’d probably be more offended if you didn’t get a little hard now and then,” although she always stayed professional. So I enjoyed getting hard each month as she’d wax my shaft, balls and crack, always hoping for more, knowing it’d never be.