Knowing how sexy her hair really was and that both Baron and Dyna had a thing about hair, he ordered, “Silk un-braid your hair.”“Yes Master,” ...he said as she did as he ordered. When it was finally free, she gave it a good shake then tossed it over her shoulder before resuming the position again.“Wow, her hair is lovely Sir Michael,” Dyna told him.“Yes it is. Lovely hair for a lovely little slave,” Baron agreed.The gentleman with the strange accent spoke up finally, “Let us see more. How well. Did you like my answer to Bobbie's question, Daddy?"At that, to the amazement of everyone, Ken Carlson began to cry. "Did I like it? My darling daughter, I was utterly stunned and amazed! That a daughter of mine could be so smart! Honey, you must have gotten all of your brains from your mother, because I barely made it through school. You couldn't have gotten anything from me." No, Daddy, I got nothing from you at all," the little girl said loud enough to reach the corners of the court. "Just. It's always been a big thing at our gigs, that we recruit our dancers from the audience before the shows. We let our roadies pick a few out, and they can then see the whole show from the cages we put them in above the stage. We pay them a few pounds each, and we get to look up between their legs all throughout the show.Most of them end up in bed with us afterwards, 'cos it's what they want. Our parties are legendary, the whole fucking world knows we take drugs, name me a rock band whose members. The other man would watch, knowing what was to come!Not my thing I admit, but the thought always gave me an erection, she knew that too!My "Thing" was being dressed in skimpy underwear, stockings and suspenders, high heels and panties, maybe a slip and some lipstick!She had made me up before, not everything but enough to make me feel ridiculously humiliated, and she filmed me too, charging me for the privilege as well, it did rather finish the trip off nicely, as when I got home later I would.