" Yes Mistress," was his obedient and meek reply and he removed the night-gown. "Hmm, not much body hair, ordinary length cock, but a ladies hairdress...r's nightmare, I think a new perma-wig will be the way to go there. This shouldn't be too difficult then. You've seen the video I trust?" she asked. Steve just nodded quietly. "That's all right then, we can get straight down to business. First lets get rid of all that body hair permanently, and as your head hair is going as well we can do this. ‘Yes, I just can’t see…..OUCH….’ The last thing Allen heard was a thud as something fell to the floor up above his head. Grabbing a candle from the table in the foyer, he took the steps two at a time. ‘Shannon??…where are you?’…..he got no answer. His heart was racing and he wasn’t sure why….but he knew something was wrong, and it bothered him. Holding the candle higher he found an open bedroom door. As he moved quickly toward it he saw an outstretched leg…but no movement. Allen wasted no time. I own and control her completely" Yeah, right. All I've seen so far is a Halloween outfit and a lot of big talk from you. I don't believe a word of your prattling." Prattling? Okay, then, it's time for a demonstration. Slut!" Rich's head tilted back and he eagerly awaited his Master's orders. "Suck me off, bitch!" Rich moved forward and opened Alan's zipper. Alan looked up at Ellen, who was watching with great interest. Alan watched her, looking for signs of revulsion or anger or something,. “I hate flying” she said in a small nervous voice. When I told her it wasn’t anything to be afraid of she interrupted me, “You don’t understand, I really hate flying.” I quickly was able to distract her but I could see she was shaken by the fact we were on a plane. I did a good job of keeping her mind off things right up until the engines started to rev up getting ready for takeoff. As the noise grew she reached down and grabbed my hand tightly. I was surprised by this, but I couldn’t help but.