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I nodded my head with approval saying, "Ok bitch, what
are you saying? What would you do for me? Tell me more you
worthless cunt!!"
Susie responded instinctively, "Oh Master, I will serve
you, wait on you, anything you want... I'll suck your big
cock, you name it and slave Susie will please you...only
please Master, let me down, I beg you my Master."
To which I responded, "that doesn't sound sincere
enough slave. I think you need more training. When I'm
through, you'll know it."
Walking over to the table near the barber chair, I
retrieved the hair brush and returned facing Susie. As I
began brushing Yuko's glorious mane, Yuko Ogura began talking
uncontrollably, "You can do anything you want to me but
please Master...spare my hair. Don't hang me again. It
hurts so much. My tresses are my crowning glory and I do
LOVE MY HAIR. It's how I got my start as a model. Without
my georgous hair, I wouldn't have been able to do all those
commercials...you know the ones for Fabergi shampoo, Wella
conditioner and Ogilvie perms. Only I've never had a perm,
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