My Mom agreed to bring our own cleaning supplies when we visited these hillbillies to clean up after them.Mrs. Simmons final concern wasn’t what her...daughter was wearing to our house. It was to suggest we don’t bring vegetables next time.“They’ll just go rotten and then stink up the trash,” she sneered at us like we should have known better and we had stuck her with stinky vegetables.It really did seem that from Mrs. Simmons perspective, kindness was a form of weakness, and she didn’t. After about 20 minutes, I got an SMS on my phone from an unknown number – it was Vandana saying she was using the salon owner’s phone, asking me to find if she had left her phone at home & send her an SMS on this number confirming it. I dialed her number, and sure enough, she had forgotten the phone in the loo. I sms’d her saying the phone was at home and continued my work.Around 20 minutes later, her phone rang again – I saw the caller Id, it was Shanti. I picked up the phone & said “hello”,. I would be spending the next several months with my new mistress, being even more feminized and turned into a passive fuck-slave. She lived in a 2-bedroom apartment, shared by a bisexual woman, who was also tall, blonde and thin. 'This is my room mate and my dominatrix partner, Joanna' said my mistress. She was dressed in a small denim skirt, tight string top and black heels. it was clear she wasn't wearing underwear. 'We have a new project, Joanna, we're going to turn this cute little slut. The only thing cheering me up was that I’d soon be able to talk to Jill in person. The journey took just over an hour, as we pulled up outside a house and immediately were hit by the sound of loud music and the unmistakable deep bass thud of a party on full-swing. In the ride over I’d asked Byron about Luther, but he couldn’t share much as he said he was more one of Josh’s friends than his.He was about the same age as Jill and me and was a local businessman who owned a number of clubs and bars..