? All of my clothes are now in slithers on the floor below me, to be swept up with the hair.? I can't even look down to see because within a coupe of ...inutes there is a wide leather collar strapped around my neck and locked in place.? The hairdresser then cuts my hair, but the men don't let her dry it.? Once it is cut, the men me from the chair, cuff my ankles together, cuff my wrists to my collar and lead me back to where they wash your hair, laid me across the arms of the chair so my hips. Her chest heaving, showing me how turned on she was too. I couldn't quite reach her pussy from the position we were in but the musky aroma I could scent told me it was nice and wet. And ready.I reached below her ass and yanked my jeans down freeing my engorged length. Laura moaned and gave me a lap dance I'll never forget. Her gorgeous ass against my skin felt unbelievable; my cock standing proud while being soaked by her grinding pussy. I needed to be inside her. Now.With my arm around her. She groaned. He slapped her red cheeks, making her jump.She responded well – always just enough, never too meek or worse, too dramatic. She was a natural. He tasted her again. He slapped her every time she made a sound. She knew it wasn't punishment this time, though she was sore as hell. After several rounds, he dove his tongue deep into her and drove his finger up her asshole. She writhed with the intensity. Soon his lips were on her clit. Then he pulled and nibbled and bit lightly.She was. She touched his face and pulled him out into the hall."Janie, I want to see mom." Philip, I'm sorry. You were too late. She suffered another one an hour ago. We've lost her." Janie watched her brother stagger to a chair that had been placed outside her mother's door. Janie was fifty-five and watching her brother collapse in sorrow made her feel as old as the woman who'd just passed away. "Philip, Matt's here. He's inside with Daddy."Philip pushed his hands through his hair and wiped at the.