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Master looked the small tuft of hair on my mound for a long time, idley slapping my pussy and thighs with a soft flogger. Then He walked around behind me and ran His fingers through my long hair. i arched back, moaning, proud of my hair, deep brown, thick and hanging halfway down my back. But i was more proud of the fact that soon i would obey Master's command to visit the salon for a short style and a new colour. The sooner the better.