"I have to talk to you Tristan." Damon said in that sexy baritone of his, making Tristan even more angry. Does the guy have any flaws? And why the fuc...k does he always call him Tristan instead of TT like everyone does?"So talk." He all but growled.Damon turned to look pointedly at the lady standing beside Tristan, staring at him like she was going to eat him up any second."Amber go wait in the car will you?" Tristan told the flustered looking girl. He knew she was all gaga over the hunk standing. . not quite but almost ... snapped to attention, “ ... make like a sweetie and check out the boats.” She handed him several sheets with the Yacht Club monogram ... and a pen.“I’m going too,” I said.That got a look.“I don’t know anything about ‘em,” I said. “If Peter knows what they are ... I’ll learn something. It’s like the cars. The only thing I know about the cars ... they’re in the garage. Mel hasn’t had time to introduce me.”“You don’t need to be introduced, they’re cars.”“These cars need. .. mmmmm perfect I thought and with a naughty smile lifted my boobs trying to hold them in perfect position inside my tshirt which seemed to be hard task with no bra inside.Elevator doors opened to 9th floor, the hallways were dead silent with doors after doors in my sight as I walked. My heart pounded , my legs trembled with excitement. “is it morally right? What if Alok finds out? Shall I take this plunge?” so many thoughts were racing in my mind ,wetness of my cunt lips were sticking right. She soaked my long brown hair, making me look like adrowned long hair rat. My muscles loosening up more from the hot water. Istarted to feel relaxed. The assistant turn the nozzle on the shower headand a sudsy foam start to shoot out. She aim the showerhead at me andstarted to cover my body from neck to toe with the foam.While she let the foam set on my body, she started to cut my hair. Istarted feeling my long locks falling to the ground LeatherMistress tell me, "Losing your hair is your start.