“If you are at home and feel the urge to pleasure yourself, you will first call me for permission. I’m not likely to give it, but then again, I ma....” Susan told Peter that she understood, and would obey these rules. With that Peter asked if Susan was finished bathing. She acknowledged that she was, and reached up to turn off the Jacuzzi jets of the tub. Peter had retrieved a bath towel from the rack, and waited while she stepped from the tub. Peter dried her, then told her that if she wanted to. I reached behind her and she flinched as I leaned forward. I brutally ripped her scrunchy out and she cried out in protest. I ignored her and smiled as her golden hair fell around her bare shoulders. She had a dye job, maybe as much as six months ago and her hair was a wonderful half-and-half of brown and gold.Samantha's face was one of pure contempt now, but she still wanted her money. She was growing tired though, and her humping was getting slower. Worse, her spit was starting to dry and my. ” she smiled at that.“You’re a sweet boy. What is your name?”“Henry, Ma’am, Henry Sullivan.”“Sullivan? Do you have a touch of the Irish in you son?”“Yes Ma’am, my ancestors hailed from County Cork.”“Ah such a lovely place, a lovely land. I do so miss the green. Son, when I’m gone, you must have a good old-fashioned wake for me. No crying or wailing or making a to-do over my corpse. Just a few pints and a fond remembrance. Will you do that for me son?”“Yes Ma’am, we’ll give you a grand send-off.. I touched up the make up, knowing it made me look cheap, it was an effect I wanted and to help with the personality flip, had bought the smallest black number I could find with the lowest neckline and the shortest route to my cunt. I was going to get laid tonight come what may and I wasn't that particular about who it was going to be either, just so long as he was breathing and had a cock that worked.I pulled on my new diamante thong over my ass, feeling the string nestle between but cheeks..