“No need to stop now,” Mistress Sam said with a shrug and cheryl picked up the can of shaving cream.She started by spraying the thick foam directl... on Mistress Tracy’s head. She then used her hand to smear it over the short stubble. Before picking up one of the razors, she dabbed a small amount over the remnants of Mistress Tracy’s eyebrows.Cheryl started with the eyebrows, perhaps to keep any of the shaving cream from dripping down into Mistress Tracy’s eyes. Then she started on the head.. "That's who I was before I became her... I mean, you."I narrowed my eyes at him, practically seeing the holes in hisexplanation. "But that wasn't who you've always been, right? The manthe Order grabbed this morning wasn't your original body. Was it?"He shook his head. "No. I've only been that guy for about five years." Oh," I said, injecting a healthy dose of sarcasm into the words.Amazingly enough, my new, higher-pitched voice was perfect asconveying the snark. "So, when you get tired of your. And I want you to know that we will always remember!”The introductions continued. When the Queen looked at the Duke she shook her head and said, “Your Grace, I cannot remember ever seeing you look this good.” Searching her memory she finally shook her head and said, “No, you never did. I’m certain. Your Grace, on your best days in the past there was always an ineffable sense of sadness. It’s gone now.”Cocking her head, she remarked shrewdly, “Might the appearance of Her Majesty have something. I remembered my position in all this and repeated: "Yes, I enjoy my cunt, I'm a little fuck-whore." I wanna hear some enthusiasm in that sentence, bitch, say it like your every desire in life is to be pussy-abused and now you're getting it. Moan in that sentence slut!"I repeated the sentence, this time with passionate and erotic intonation. I even moaned twice in the mean time."Good little slut. Now we're gonna film it with my friend's phone. Now you better behave and act like your every wish.