But mean, little digs begin to sneak into their conversation. All the girls have favourites, and it’s bad form to deliberately play up to someone an...ther slave begs to worship. Eventually, there are harsh words and then sullen silence, which is what I find in the dungeon where l’ve had them brought to me. Wisely, they greet me with pleasant expressions, but neither cares to deny her spiteful conduct toward the other in recent days. What to do? They are sister slaves and they will learn to give. " I told her that her hair was beautiful it just needed a little cut of the ends. I have always been partial to longer hair and really didn't want more of hers cut than could be avoided. The shampoo and conditioner had already added some shine to her hair but it still was ragged at the edges. I had thought about getting her hair cut at the mall but then I thought that Lillian would kill me if I let anyone else touch her hair.Lillian had been cutting my hair for about 10 years now and the thing. Fucking nice and slow. Getting it deep in my ass. "Are you my bitch boy?" as she was fucking me. A half yes, half moan came out of me. "Tell me you are my little slut," my head was spinning. She demanded "tell me what a fucking slut you are!" She got a hand full of hair and pulled. "Slut! I'm you're fucking slut." The last part trailed off. Now, she had a good stroke going. Pulling me back with everything she had and slamming her hips forward as hard as possible. Jessica was really fucking me. We drink more beers and talk about their trip down here and my work which has brought me this way.I told Stacy that I had noticed her as she was standing looking over the ocean with that sucker in her mouth. “I didn’t know that it was you when I first saw you. I just knew that was a sexy as Hell woman standing there. And she was teasing any and all guys who were watching.”Stacy replied, “Oh thank you for those kind words, Mike. Yes, I saw one guy sitting over there in a chair and he was.