We can wear them until the clothes dry.”I began to breathe a little heavier. That meant we’d have to strip. I had not seen her naked except in m... fevered imagination. How was this going to work? Would she strip in front of me? Alas, that wet dream didn’t happen. “I’ll go in the backroom and take off my clothes. You can do it here in the front,” she said.She handed me a towel and disappeared into the back. I removed my clothes and wrapped the towel around my middle. When Melissa returned,. ”“Your hair is so beautiful, I love it. It’s thick and straight till your mid-back,” I said playing with her hair.“I know but it looks frizzy and unkempt when I don’t wash it. I want to get a step-cut till my bra line, to go with my engagement dress.”“Can I come and watch?” I asked eagerly.“Ya, but where should I go now?”I suggested there is a Geeta beauty parlor outside our apartment complex. It’s not as good as a salon but should be ok. It’s been there for 10 years. So we dressed up and went. I was ushered into a comfortable office, dark wood-lined in oak, with old pictures of the Victorian founders of the ancient company and pictures of old steam engines and a factory floor with pulleys and overhead leather belts driving the old machinery. Sitting at a heavy and ancient desk was a tall, older and distinguished-looking man with a grey moustache, who stood up smiling, walked around the desk with hand outstretched and grabbed my hand firmly. My first thought was that his picture. I I took some red glow-in the dark thread from my pocket and tied his wrists to the railing. If there was trouble he could easily break the thread and his leash was just hanging there.Boy he was panting and flushed, He shied away when I showed him my knife, I reached over and cut his shirt by his neck making sure he felt the blade on his neck. I reached over and cut the other side the same way.Several men had crowded around, some of the stroking exposed cocks. I could see Billie looking at them.