"You can do the honors."For a few seconds, my slave's mouth flopped open and closed, like a grounded fish. She realized that there was nothing she cou...d say or do. She took the scissors."I'm so sorry," Vonda whispered to her victim.Pyx whispered back. "It's okay really. I've been expecting this day."With my encouragement, Vonda cut off her hair, to within an inch of her head.I then handed her the bare metal barber shears. Without a word, Vonda cut Pyx's hair, with quick efficient swipes. When. A Perf is all very unlikely... They don't 'alf con themselves Perfs do." But, but..."I'm explainin' so don't interrupt little'un. Christ look at yer! Yer've grown again! I really dunno where I'm going to put ya. Anyways... A Fetis always has bags and bags of new underwear an' stuff, an' impossibly high heeled shoes, or kinky little PVC or leather numbers. Quite few like women's uniforms - Army an' Navy y'know, and French Maids, especially French Maids. What they likes ter do is ter get all. When he went back to kissing my lips he went back to squeezing my ass and then my tits. Soon I felt him reach under my dress and taking hold of my panty, pull it down enough so that he could squeeze my bare ass at first, then move his hand around and caress my cunt. When he stopped he backed up a little and had me hold my dress up exposing my cunt while he reached down, unzipped his pants and taking his cock out, began to jerk it off while looking at my cunt. He then looked at me and motioned. I did her right arm, sucking each finger when I got to it. When I finished her pinky, she asked, ‘Why’d you start calling me Samantha? You’ve called me Sam almost the whole time we’ve known each other, and you’re the only one who’s allowed to.’ ‘I thought you’d feel more feminine if I called you by something that’s only a girl’s name.’ I did her left arm, saving her tits for last. I purposely went slowly on her tits, sucking the nipples at the end. ‘Don’t forget my pussy,’ Samantha said..