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Amish No More
By Beagle9690
March 2008
I have been watching her for the past year, planning; learning her habits and schedule: Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday, her brother drove her into town to sell their baked goods. Everything she sold was homemade and delicious.
During the week, he worked at Shultz's Saw Mill. Sarah rented a small booth in a co-op located in a run down strip mall.
I had plans for that little cunt; all women are cunts to varying degrees.
I should know, I was married to the ultimate one for 18 years; then the bitch filed for divorce. The cunt took half of everything we owned; at least what she and her attorney could find; lets just say most of my money was hidden in my mattress.
I know better now, I am older and wiser; I will never marry again. I will get a young innocent woman and mold her to my preferences and carnal desires; break her will, isolate her; make her my slave. Sarah Bontrager would soon be mine. When I was done with her, she could never go back to her old way of life and would have no real place in the modern world: just my world. Tonight when her brother gets out of work, he will find his truck with four flat tires, the result of slow leaks, compliments of a valve stem tool.
The telephone line to the strip mall will be disabled. Sarah will be taken after dark when she goes out back to the dumpster.
I parked my truck at the back of the parking lot out of sight and folded the rear seat in the up position. The parking lot in the old strip mall was full of potholes and broken asphalt.
Sarah lifted the cover to the dumpster and I quietly stepped behind her, putting my gloved had over her mouth, pressing the trigger on the taser; 750,000 volts of electric pulses, dumped directly into her central nervous system, disrupting her neurological impulses; causing a loss of balance and muscle control. I eased her to the ground, placing a ball gag in her mouth and securing her wrists behind her back, then her ankles with plastic Flexi -cuffs, ending with a red silk scarf for a blindfold.
I carried Sarah to the truck and put her on the floor behind the front seat, " I have a present for you Princess. " I said, putting a red leather dog collar with an attached brass nameplate around her neck; securing the collar to the trucks tie-down with a short training leash; the nameplate engraved with her new slave name: "Princess".
We had a two-hour drive ahead of us and I took all of the secondary and back roads to avoid traffic. After fifteen minutes on the road the affects of the taser started wearing off; Sarah started struggling in the back trying to scream through her gag.
" Behave my pretty girl. . . . be quiet; you can't get loose and nobody can hear you. " "We have a long drive to your new home. " "I had Princess engraved on your new collar.
"By good music, I mean Classical of course; I have an extensive collection. " "My ex -cunt of a wife would rather watch television, the fat pig that she is. " " She knew I loved to go dancing and never showed an interest after we were married. " "My mother was a dance teacher; my favorite style is ballroom, so elegant. . . . so refined; you will learn to dance and appreciate good music. " "I don't care if it is against your religion, good people all over the world dance; that is not an exclusive ticket to hell. "
Do you like to read?" " I have an extensive library. . . .
I pulled the truck into the garage then closed and locked the door. I got her out of truck and helped her to her feet, using the leash and collar for control. I cut the flexi-cuffs binding her ankles and walked her down the cellar stairs to the training room; never having done this before, I had no idea how long it would take to break her. Fortunately I did have some contacts that were experienced Dominants in such matters.
Minerva for one, Minerva is my mentor and confidant. After my divorce, I went to her dance studio looking to brush up on my skills; we ended up as dance partners and have entered and won dance competitions together. We are not compatible as steady lovers; we continue to dance together; Minerva introduced me to the community.
I installed an immovable steel pole of my design in the middle of the floor. I made Princess stand with her back to it, attaching the short leash on the fixed rings at the top with a locking carabiner. There are three movable steel rings that will slide up and down the pole; I slid one of these rings to her wrists and attached another locking carabiner to the flexi-cuffs; she could not sit or lie down unless I removed her leash.
Taking her face firmly in my hands, I said " I am going to take your gag off now, you can scream all you want; the basement has been sound proofed.
Princess was quiet for about an hour, then the pleading, screaming and questions began; of course, I could not hear or see her unless I switched on the lights and video cameras; the frosted block glass windows I installed were covered on the outside to block out all light. When the screaming began, I telephoned Minerva then watched Sarah on the monitor for a time; afterwards, I went to bed.
When I woke up, Minerva was waiting for me in the kitchen drinking coffee and watching Princess on the monitor. I poured myself a cup and sat down next to her. "I brought bagels and pea bacon, I was waiting for you to eat; if you cook, I'll do the dishes. "I want one of those poles," she stated, staring at the screen. " I would have never thought of using caribiners that way. " "After we eat, you go downstairs alone, as we discussed; I will stay here and watch. " she said, getting up, kissing my mouth. Pouring herself another cup of coffee, she sat back down to watch the monitor, pressing the zoom key.
"Your Princess is very pretty, I approve. "
I went downstairs to check on my little slave girl. In her dark gray knee length dress, white stockings and black sensible shoes, she reminded me of a scared little mouse.
Ignoring her pleading, I removed her shoes and stockings. Next, I cut off her dress with a pair of scissors; followed by her bra and panties. I placed the scissors on one of her nipples, closing the blades just enough to pinch. Sarah stopped squirming and become quiet.
"Be silent Princess, you were warned about speaking without permission; shall I cut it off?" "You have permission to speak. " "Please. . . why are you doing this to me. " "Who are you?" I. . . . "Wrong answer.
"Please, I am begging you, don't cut it off!" She pleaded "Please, don't cut off my nipple. . . . Master. " I said, correcting her, increasing the pressure. . . . "Please, don't cut off my nipple Master. " "I am begging you Master, I will be good. " You will be a good what? I asked, "I will be a good little slave Master," "Much better, but you still have to be punished. " I replied, removing the scissors from her nipple. "Tell me again who I am, little Princess.
"You are my Master, I am your slave. " "I am your property. " " Please don't cut me Master," She whispered. "I will be lenient with you this one time. " "You will receive a lesser punishment," I advised her, removing her leash. "Get down on the floor on your knee's. " "Lets just see how long your hair is shall we. "
I removed the hairpins from her braided bun letting her braid drop down her back. Sarah's hair and braid was dark brown, very thick and soft, ending just below her round buttocks. What a shame I had to cut her beautiful hair, it will take years to grow that long again. "How shall I punish you Princess, shall I cut off your Labia Majora; your cunt lips?" "You still have permission to speak. " "What shall your punishment be?" "Please cut my hair Master. " "Do you know why you are being punished little lady?"
"Because I spoke without permission after I was warned not to," she answered "What else Princess?" "Because I deserve to be punished for disobeying you Master. " "That is correct, what you say is true; you are not a stupid girl, as I said before; I hate stupid women.
I removed the last carabiner, releasing her from the pole, and cut the flexi-cuffs on her wrists. "Do not remove your blindfold. " "Get down on your hands and knees. " "Put your legs together. " "Please cut my hair, don't hurt me, don't cut me Master," she begged.
"Good girl. " "Put your hands closer together and lean forward until your cunt is higher then your pretty little head; wonderful, now put your forehead on your hands. " "You are a pretty little thing. . . say it. " I ordered, gently stroking her nipples, watching them get hard.
"I'm a pretty little thing.
"If I say down, you will assume this position. " "Your slave understands, Master," "If I say heel, what does it mean?"
"I am not sure, Master. " she replied, "Guess?" I ordered. "I will kneel with my back straight. " "Good answer; heel. . . stand. " "Excellent, you are a natural.
"Turn around, it is time for your haircut. " I took the scissors and positioned them just below Sarah's shoulder blades. I slowly cut through her silky braid savoring the moment, putting the severed braid in my belt.
"Turn and face me. " "Unbraid your hair and finger comb your ponytail. " "Do you have anything to say to me Princess?" I said stroking her ponytail. "Thank you for not shaving me bald Master. " I removed her blindfold and took her hair out of the ponytail, fluffing it out. Sarah's hair was now much shorter; it just touched the top of her breasts.
"We are starting over, you may not speak!" I said, squeezing her ass cheeks, spreading her pussy lips, my fingers probing her flower; enjoying her wetness, and arousal. "Your heart beat and breathing have increased, your sex betrays you. "
"Since you urinated on my floor, you will scrub the entire floor on your hands and knees. " "You will use your Amish garments for cleaning rags. " "If I am pleased with the floor, I may feed you. " "I am expecting a guest, Mistress Minerva. " "She is a slave owner and my equal. " "You will address her as Mistress, and obey her commands. "
"Mistress Minerva will be assisting me in your training and grooming. " "If she were your owner, and you urinated on her floor, you would be mopping the floor with your hair; then she would shave your head. " "Mistress Minerva is very interested in purchasing you; she is a very wealthy, refined woman, but a cruel mistress. " "If you continue to please me, I may keep you, my pretty girl. "
"There is a slop sink and cleaning supplies in the closet," I said pointing to the door. "There is no hot water, just cold; you will have to earn the privilege to bath in hot water. " "There is a blanket in the closet for you to sleep on when you are done.
I locked the door at the top and bottom of the stairs and walked to the kitchen. "Very well done Michael, I was convinced you really were going to cut her nipple off. " "She must have been terrified. " "I believe she will be most compliant from this point on. " "Such repressed sexuality just under the surface ready to be brought out. " "I realize that Minerva, did you see how easily
she is aroused,"
"Conditioned response will be one key to her submission," "I intend to have her begging for my touch to avoid your punishments. " "I will be her protector as well as her Master. " "I believe that will work with her Michael. " "If your theory
pans out and you are successful, you will eligible for membership to the Sanctorum. " "I'll wait for you in your bedroom; it's my turn to be on top my dear; watching you with her has made me horny as hell. "
After we made love we took a long nap, then it was my turn to be on top and we did it again; Minerva was just couldn't seem to get enough for some reason. Perhaps it was because she was looking forward in playing the heavy; good Master, bad
Mistress. Minerva possessed a wonderful sense of style and knew how to dress.
She was a very beautiful woman; a natural redhead with long thick hair that fell to the middle of her back. At six-two, Minerva had the slim graceful figure of a dancer and creamy complexion. Minerva owned two women that lived in small apartment, located in the same building as her studio.
They were also her employees and she received an income from their labor. One of her girls was a registered nurse/ physician's assistant; the other a hairstylist/make up artist in a high end salon that Minerva owned, which incidentally employed a dozen ordinary people; they had no idea that their employer was Minerva's slave.
Minerva's slave girls were former dance students with signed slave contracts, registered with the Sanctorum; they were bound for life and their contracts could be sold or transferred to other members. My plans for Princess were eventually to share my bed; that being primary; a companion/ housekeeper, secondary.
The Sanctorum was a very old secret society; membership was for life, disclosing its secrets: by slaves or slave owners, depending on the severity could mean death. Minerva told me it had its own courts as well as a ruling council. The Sanctorum is a self-sustaining entity with members throughout the country. The Sanctorum has unbelievable financial resources at its disposal. They insured that registered slaves receive housing and medical care for life.
Minerva went into the bathroom to change into what she called her "Mistress Attire" in preparation to train Princess: black silk blouse, black slacks and of course black riding boots. She fixed her long red hair in a ponytail. Minerva came out of the bathroom with the black leather-riding crop and announced "Let me at that little slut.
When we arrived in the basement, we found Princess asleep on the spotless floor by her training pole wrapped in her blanket.
Minerva wasted no time and struck the floor with the riding crop near Sarah's head. "Wake up slut, is this how you greet
your Master's guests?" Princess woke with a start, throwing her blanket side, assumed the position.
"Michael you described her to me as being very pretty. " "Well, I suppose that is a matter of taste, I think her rather plain myself, barley adequate. "
I watched Princess tense at these harsh words, but she knew enough to remain silent and hold position. "Just look at her fat hairy legs?" "Do Amish men actually find that attractive?" "What a dog she is. " Minerva said laughing. I walked over to where Minerva was standing and quietly said Heel Princess, look at your Master. "
I pushed her hair away from her face and looked into her brown eyes brimming with tears. I wiped them away and smiled at her. "I think she is very pretty, Minerva. " " Of course you have complete charge of her grooming and make-up. " "These are things that she has to learn having been brought up Amish. " I added, stroking her hair.
"What does your collar say slut?" Minerva asked "My Master says he engraved the nameplate with my slave name: Princess"
Sarah replied. "Sarah's name in Hebrew translates as Lady or Princess. " I added "Do you know what else is engraved on your collar, slut?' Minerva asked "No Mistress. " "It says Princess, property of Master Michael. " "Lady and Princess are also common names for hairy bitch dogs like you. " Minerva said laughing.
"When I own you, I will shave you completely bald and keep you that way. " " That will be so delicious, my own hairless bitch. " "Do you know what electrolysis is bitch?" "No Mistress. " "It is a method of permanent hair removal making you permanently bald. " Minerva answered, watching Sarah shudder.
"You do not own her yet, Minerva.
"Yes of course, lover. "Minerva said, soothingly "There is no need to be angry. " she said, kissing me. "She is just a slave after all. " "I will abide by our agreement, but my methods are my own. " "I suggest we go upstairs where can discuss this in private. . . . . . .
Once upstairs, while I opened a bottle of Dunnewood Merlot 2001(California), Minerva fixed a platter of cheese and fruit. "A toast to Minerva, your performance could have won an award, but you will have to settle for this fine Merlot. " I announced raising my glass in salute. Minerva bowed and smiled taking a sip from her glass.
"I was watching her reactions very closely. " "Princess obviously thinks herself pretty, conformity to look and act the same, as opposed to individuality is encouraged in the Amish culture; particularly for women. " "I observed her for a year before I abducted her. " "When she thought no one was looking, she studied the young women buying her baked goods.
"Did I tell you that she hid a small mirror in her booth, as well as fashion magazines in the ladies room vanity. " "How could you possibly know that Michael, about the fashion magazines?" "Because I installed a hidden fiber optic camera in the ladies room. " "Princess particularly likes the pictures of handsome young men. "
"I have her on video, masturbating; the magazines her visual aid. " "I have still pictures taken from the videos to send to the Elders in her community; a threat to insure her obedience and compliance. "
"You naughty voyeur, you never told me about that!" She laughed, leaning forward; unconsciously touching herself, one of her many tells. I knew that she was getting aroused. . . I would make her wait this time. "I was saving that as a surprise my marvelous teacher. " I said, refreshing her glass, my hand lingering on hers.
I did show her the deference she was due; Minerva had influence in the Sanctorum.
"Did you watch other women as well?" "Of course not Minerva, it was strictly business, I couldn't allow myself distractions. "
"I had to make sure that Princess was the one.
" I prefer pixie cuts my girls. " "It keeps them in their place. " "Did you know Mandy had long honey blond waist length hair?"
"I had it cut short and layered, then bleached to a much lighter color; Mandy hates it, constantly begs to go back to her natural color. " "But yes, that medium bob would suit your Princess well; the long bangs and hair framing her face, almost a long bowl cut, don't you think?"
"Now that you mention it yes. . . . I do favor the bangs a great deal. "
"Eventually, she will grow it long again, that being my preference; she will keep the bangs and shorter hair framing her face. "
"Sarah's hair will never be as beautiful as yours, Minerva. "
"That's very sweet of you to say.
"You could always dye hers the same color as mine," She suggested.
"Your natural color could never be duplicated, my dear teacher," I said, getting up kissing her neck, stroking her ponytail.
"To do so would be a sad counterfeit; as diamonds are to coal. "
"Bring her a bowl of oat meal as we planned and see to it that she takes her vitamins. " "Spend about an hour with her. "
"Use your crop if you wish, but do not hit her in the face. " "You know how much your beautiful red hair turns me on, I can't wait to eat you out. " I said, kissing the back of her neck.
Minerva went downstairs and began training her in basic slave etiquette using the crop for any reason, real or imagined.
Minerva put Sarah's hair up in pigtails and ordered her down on all fours, and lead her around the basement on a leash; making her bark.
Sarah received her dinner: cold oatmeal with skim milk served in a dish on the floor, telling her "Since you are a, fat ugly hairy bitch and you should can eat like one. "
Holding onto her pigtails and forcing Sarah's face into the bowl of oatmeal, making her eat like a dog.
"You made me look bad in front of your Master. " "You will not only be bald when I own you, I will have your breasts and clitoris surgically removed; bald bitch dogs have no need of them; maybe a total hysterectomy. " "Then I'll have your teeth pulled making you a proper cunt licker. "
"Afterwards, no man will ever look at you again the way Michael does now. "
When she was done eating, Minerva made Sarah chew her vitamins.
Before Minerva came back upstairs, she attached Sarah's leash to one of the sliding rings and left her blanket just out of her reach, but not the pail for her sanitary functions.
When she arrived upstairs, I turned off the heat to the basement and shut down the lights. Although I went down her as promised, Minerva didn't return the favor, returning home to check on her girls.
I went downstairs to check on my Princess and found her leaning against the pole shivering. I removed her leash, picked up her folded blanket, and sat on the couch. "Tell me what is on your mind, little lady," I inquired kindly.
"Please, Master. . . I am so cold, may I have my blanket?" "Come and sit next to me.
I put my arms around her and held her, talking softly until she stopped shivering. "You did well today, although you made a bad first impression with Mistress Minerva. " "You are very pretty with your hair down. " I said, taking her hair out of the pigtails "Just like the girls in the magazines you like to look at. . . . in secret. " I said, kissing her forehead.
"I know everything about you, my pretty girl. " "You were never meant to be a little Amish mouse in a gray dress. " "Do you really know what I did alone in the bathroom, Master; what I did is a sin. " "Not in my world it's not, Sarah. " "You live in my world now. " "You will not be judged for that, nor punished for masturbating: sexual gratification is a natural as breathing. "
"How old are you, Sarah?" Twenty- three, Master. " "And yet you are not married, why?" "I don't know. . . . " "I don't know, Master. " I corrected, "I do not know, Master. " She replied, "I do not know is not an answer; that is an evasion, a childish excuse. " "I have no interest in children.
"I am not a child, Master. . . I don't want to marry an Amish man. " "Much better my pretty girl, that was an intelligent, honest answer. " "I value honesty Sarah; I will never punish you for telling the truth. " "You will be severely punished if you lie to me. " "Are you warm now?"
"Yes, Master. " "Do you wish to be sold to Mistress Minerva. " "No Master. " "Please don't sell me to her; she will do terrible things to me. . . I" "Hush, I decided to keep you for now. " "Do you desire to please me, Sarah?" "Yes Master.
" Yes that's right, just like that. . . . good. " "You have beautiful breasts, so sensitive; your nipples are already hard. "
"Does this feel good, my pretty girl, your Master. . . . a man stroking your breasts?" "Yes Master, much better then when I do it. "
"Are you aroused Sarah, are you wet between your legs?" "I already know the answer. " "Play with yourself, make yourself come for your Master. " "That will please me.
"Remember little Sarah, if you lie to me you will be punished. " "I can sense your orgasm rising, your sex betrays you. "
"You know you want to come, yes that's it moan louder if you wish my pretty Sarah. " "This is why God made you a woman
and gave you a clitoris. "
Sarah was definitely vocal in her orgasm, this time she did not cover her mouth with her hand, as she did while masturbating
in the ladies room. She came close to sliding off the couch with all her squirming. It was obvious that she was intent in pleasing herself as well as pleasing me; no wonder she didn't want to marry an Amish man, she would probably intimidate the hell out of the poor pious bastard.
"There is a bowl with a few apples at the bottom of the stair; get them and bring them here. " Biting into one of them, I said. "You must be hungry, the other two are for you. " "Mistress Minerva is in charge of your diet. " "We both agree you can stand to loose twenty pounds in keeping with your height and frame. " "The apples will be our secret.
"When you are done eating, you may use the bathroom in the next room. " I offered, getting up and punching in the numbers on the electronic keypad to unlock the door. "I am pleased with you this evening. " "I will enjoy having you in my bed when the time comes. " "For now, until your training is complete, you will sleep on the floor; with your blanket. "
"Do you really think that I am pretty Master?" "I think you are very pretty, my horny little slave girl. "
The next day, Minerva arrived with Mandy to give Princess her full body wax. Mandy was a small and petite at five-three with blue eyes and a clear complexion. Her hair was blond and cut short in a neat pixie cut, as Minerva described to me the day before.
I would estimate her age to be between 30 & 35. Minerva had dressed her in a simple white smock with white pants and plain white nurses shoes. As slave etiquette dictates, Mandy assumed position immediately upon entering my threshold. "You may stand, Mandy, let me get a good look at you. "
"Turn around slowly.
"Your Mistress and I will be having coffee and will join when we are finished. "
"May she interact freely Minerva, it will put Princess at ease?" "You may, Mandy. " Minerva replied. "Be discrete, as we discussed. " "Go to the car and get your case and have everything prepared to start in one hour. " "I want all of her hair removed from the neck down. " "Yes Minerva" Mandy replied "I shall treat her as a paying customer. "
The waxing would take the better part of 3 hours. Minerva and I retired to the kitchen and had breakfast together. During breakfast, she received an important call on her cell phone, changing our plans.
Minerva told me that she would be leaving Mandy with me until tomorrow morning.
"Mandy tells me the Salon is booked straight the next two weeks with no openings. " "Besides, I need to return the favor from yesterday, as I left in haste. " "As a special treat you may have full use of Mandy until then. "
"That is very magnanimous of you Minerva, I accept, but as I said before; diamonds to coal, my gracious teacher. " Minerva went downstairs to tell Mandy of the change in plans, then left for her appointments.
Mandy returned to report that she was done, and stood in the library waiting for further instructions. "You have permission to speak freely, come and stand before me. " "How long have you been owned by Mistress Minerva" "Six years Master Michael. "
Mandy replied.
"Obviously you know your place and what is expected of you; being comfortable in your subservience; you may address me as Michael" "Remove all of your clothing. . . .
"Thank you Michael" "Your Mistress advised you that you were to pleasure me. " "I will comply with your wishes. " She replied.
"Go upstairs to the bathroom. " "I left to door open for you. " "You will find unopened toothbrushes, a fresh tube of toothpaste along with mouthwash on the counter; use them and wait for me there. "
I fixed my pretty girl her lunch: hot oatmeal with warm skim milk, plain yogurt, and a banana, orange and mint tea.
After she ate, I ran my hands up and down her body enjoying her smooth skin. "This is so much better, don't you think?" "Don't worry, you will get used to it, the first time is always the worst. "
"You will be getting a proper haircut by Mandy later today" "I am very partial to the style, very sexy. "Do your aerobic and stretching exercises on your pole as you have been instructed. I will unlock the bathroom for you before I leave.
Mandy was waiting for me, as instructed. I brushed my teeth, finishing by rinsing with generous amounts of mouthwash. Turning to her I reached out took her hands pulling her close. Taking hold of her ass cheeks, I kissing her mouth enjoying her sweet taste. Mandy returned my kisses, hesitating slightly at first, but soon was probing my mouth with her little tongue.
I started to undress, Mandy helped me off with my clothing, "Princess is waiting for her haircut. " "She is doing her exercises now, the ones Minerva taught her. . . .
Mandy put her arms around my neck, kissing me, her little tongue probing. . . . teasing. Her small hands caressing my chest, and then kissing, my chest and stomach.
Mandy's hands now stroking my testicles, getting me hard. "Do you like that Master"?
"Order me to lick and suck your cock. " She said, seductively.
"Not yet you little vixen, I want to taste you first. " I said laughing, playfully slapping her bottom, "Get into the shower. "
We took turns lathering one another with Pear's soap. Mandy shampooed my hair giving me a wonderful scalp massage, and then I did hers.
I went down on her, licking and sucking, probing her clitoris with my tongue.
Mandy's hands were in my hair, pushing my head against her dripping pussy, verbally urging me on. Just as her orgasm crested, "Stick you finger in my ass. . . push. " Mandy's orgasm came in waves, her sweet juices covering my face as I licked like mad; and then, she went limp.
I lay down next to her, playing with her hard nipples watching her stretch her arms above her head, as she touched her hair and frowning momentarily; a possible tell. Smiling she rolled over and hugged me, kissing my face "Thank you for being so considerate and allowing me to be myself. " "I didn't know what to expect. " She said.
"Tasting your juicy peach is all the thanks I need. " I replied, playing with her short hair.
"If I owned you Mandy, I would keep you all to myself and not share.
"How long would you make me grow it, Michael?" "First we go back to your natural color. " "I'm a honey blond. "
"I love that hair color, honey blond it is Mandy. " "Next you would grow out the layers; no bangs for you. " "Long honey blond, blunt cut all one length to your shoulders. " "Just my shoulders?" "Would you like it longer Mandy?" I said feigning surprise.
"Before I signed my contract with the Sanctorum, Minerva promised never to cut my long hair. " " It used to be waist length. "
" Minerva makes me have my assistant bleach my roots every three weeks, and use thinning shears because Minerva does not like it too thick. " "I hate it this way. "
"Please don't tell her I told you, she might make me cut it even shorter. "
"Of course I won't, it will be our secret.
"I want you to visit often, you taste like peaches. " "How about to the middle of your back, Peaches, maybe longer. . . depending. . . " "Depending upon what? She asked, sitting up looking at me.
"Depending. . . . Oh how shall I put this?" I said teasing
"Depending on how jealous you can make Sarah. " "You could use a haircut Master, just a trim of course.
"Very good" "I have to check something first, then we will go to the basement together. "
Mandy got dressed in her white outfit looking neat and professional, blow drying her damp hair and putting on makeup:
finishing with dark pink lipstick. I put on my L. L. Bean terry cloth robe and boxer shorts.
When we got to the bottom of the stairs, she kissed my cheek, leaving the pink imprint of her lips there; then reapplied her lipstick. Taking her cue, I mussed up her hair, slapping her ass making her yelp and giggle.
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