Stick with Rosario

"Vicki," said Rosario, using Mrs. Billingsly's first name for the first time. Get your phone. Crawl."

Victoria crawled to her purse and retrieved her phone.

The power Rosario had over these two rich, beautiful people was going through her head. She remembered growing up poor, the daughter of two immigrants. She remembered the tough, poor neighborhood, dodging the mean, tough girls on her way home, her house being burglarized and her parents working like dogs for peanuts, and it all boiled over into hatred and power.

"This is what you're going to do. Set your phone up like you're making a video. Stay on your knees. Act drunk. Say you're tired of your long, luscious, glorious hair, and you know all of your friends are jealous and you make them look bad. Then take these shears and chop your hair bun off."

Victoria's eyes grew so wide, they might have popped out if she was a cartoon character.

"Remember act drunk and happy. Get started."

Victoria set her phone on the coffee table and propped it up with a bowl. She opened the camera, put it on video, and hit record. "Hey guysh, I'm tired of my long, luscioush, glorious hair, and I know all of my friedsh are jealoush of me cause I make them look bad," she said with a smile while slurring her speech to sound drunk. She took the scissors and with trembling hands lopped off the massive bun. Still smiling, she shut off the video."

"Perfect, now shove that hair into your mouth. Walter and I are going fuck on the couch while you post that video on any social media accounts you have then you just sit there, chew on your hair, and watch." Rosario.

A minute later, Walter was naked and laying on his back and Rosario was naked and riding his cock while Victoria knelt nearby chewing on her hair and crying.