I couldn't help it and covered my crotch with both hands.John picked up the scissors from his desk. I jumped back in alarm. "What are you going to do?... I screamed in panic.John held the scissors up and snipped the air several times. "Cut your hair."One hand remained covering my crotch, but the other flew to my head. "No! Why are you going to do that?" Not that hair," he said with disdain. And then he pointed the scissors at my groin. "That hair."I looked down and gasped, and then my head shot. Right as I was about to blow my load all over Sudha’s little thong, she walked into the room. My face turned beet red as we both looked at each other without saying a word. Then she hesitantly said, “what are you doing with that doll AND my panties?”panties …I felt so low and I just replied, “What does it look like I’m doing?” She shook her head and left the room. I sat there contemplating what to say to her as I would soon have to face her out in the living room. My fears were alleviated as. That's all. Just enough to show the intent, don't stifle the initiative.Breakfast was a veritable feast. The two new 'slaves' tried to out-do each other in making my favorite dishes. I finally sat them down and told them they were my favorite dishes and to quit wasting good food. While I had them down and quiet, I decided to introduce the rules."Before I start, let me remind you that your participation in all of this, Cricket, is voluntary. However, you can't pick and chose what you will or. There was blood and cum and some shit on his cock and he yelled at me “now look what the fuck you did, clean off my goddamn cock!” and he had me get a washcloth and wet it and then get on my knees and clean off his still semi-erect cock. I then was able to wipe myself as clean as I could, but still felt my asshole gaping and oozing his huge load of cum. I felt violated and disgusting. Before he allowed me to leave, he made me give him my driver’s license and he wrote down my address which.