She obliged like a good girl. I just sit and saw her removing her dress one by one. Loved the scene. My dick was getting strong but I saved it for lat...r. I bring a stool and told her to sit on that. She sit. I take the comb and started combing. She kept silent.I keep combing from her forehead to end. Mom asked, “son are you going to cut my hair dry? Why don’t you make it wet?” I replied mom that I like dry haircuts. And you gonna also enjoy the sound of cutting. I finished combing and take the. "Do you like what you see, Eddie?"I started toward her and had my mouth open to tell her how beautiful she looked when she stopped me. "No. Stand right there, and take everything off. I'm in the mood to have the control tonight, and I want to do everything my way."My eyes narrowed, and a smile came to my lips even as my face flushed a little. This strong behavior from her was becoming intoxicating; I wondered briefly if it was the alcohol that was affecting me in this way, but I didn't really. " He gave my arm a brotherly squeeze. Or shouldI say, a sisterly squeeze.I stammered out, "No, you don't understand. I'm not... I mean, I'm nothere for. I just need to find my Mistress. My girlfriend. MyMistress."He wagged his head and said, imitating my confusion, "My mother. Mysister. My mother." Then he drew close again and said, "Don't worry,Jane. It's only Hipster Town."I half recognized his words as a twisted version of some famous moviedialogue, but was too desperate to. They usually met at his place or hers. By suggesting Starbucks, Tre' knew Brittany’s curiosity would get the better of her. It worked:“OK. C U in 10 min.” Tre' texted one last message: “Txt me when U get there,” then grinned as he snapped his phone shut. He headed toward the coffee shop, his mind already whirling with images of Brittany’s glorious ass that would be his for the taking.Brittany arrived at the coffee shop on time, looking around to see if Tre' was anywhere nearby. After a few.