We had spent about an hour or so in the hot tub and decided to go back to the room. We had kept our hands off each other long enough for me to go soft...so I could walk out plus we didn't want to be his internet stars. We made out in the elevator like teenagers since we were alone in it. My wife wanted to rinse off when we got to the room. So I let her go first while I took care of a couple of emails. She came out dressed in a tee shirt with no panties. I jumped in the shower to rinse off. I. ? All of my clothes are now in slithers on the floor below me, to be swept up with the hair.? I can't even look down to see because within a coupe of minutes there is a wide leather collar strapped around my neck and locked in place.? The hairdresser then cuts my hair, but the men don't let her dry it.? Once it is cut, the men me from the chair, cuff my ankles together, cuff my wrists to my collar and lead me back to where they wash your hair, laid me across the arms of the chair so my hips. ‘Queer?’ A few again raise their hands. ‘Dyke? Bitch? Whore?’ I give them the list. Miko, an Asian student who has spoken intelligently on almost every issue the first two weeks of class, speaks up, ‘Those are all offensive, but they are not race words, they are sexual words. If the ‘N’ word is offensive, which it is, what about the word ‘Chink’ or ‘Gook’?’ I nod my head, ‘They too are offensive and could easily be added to this conversation. But for now let’s stick to the one word, Nigger.’ A. I sat the Bourbon bottle on the table and started to head to my bedroom to slip on some jeans when Bethany asked where I was going.“Let me slip on some jeans,” I replied.“You don’t need to get dressed on our account,” Bethany shot back. “We’re strippers. We’re used to it. Roll out some smokes.”I grabbed my stash and slipped on to the couch between my two houseguests. They watched with eager anticipation, as I rolled up a hand full of small cigarettos. I lit one up and after taking a good long.