I had programmed her to believe me, to accept what I said, and to obey my commands. She didn’t bat an eye at my nudity. Bang maids! I took Natalie’s arm and led her inside, her black hair swaying about her face. I’ll take care of your girlfriend.”
“Yes, Mr. “Damn,” I groaned. Kimmie was such a kinky delight. It wasn’t pretending to be used to massage muscles, but pussies. I had so much work to do, and I needed someone who could do programming. Britney thrust out her arms and hands. Of course, she believed me. Vivian yanked down her girlfriend’s panties, exposing the sparse bush of light-brown down covering the eighteen-year-old cutie’s pussy. “Mr. “Mr. And Tonya’s going to buy whatever we want. Daddy had mind-controlled my friend. She gripped the edge of the desk with white-knuckled hands. My cock slid out and out of that tight, anal heaven. “And we’ll need a strap-on.”
“Oh, my,” Natalie said, fanning her face. She nuzzled her head between her lover’s legs and buried into that juicy twat. Then her asshole writhed around my cock. She took a step back as I started typing. Bye.” She hung up. “You like that?” I asked. Quiet Vivian. Next to it was all manner of lubes. Well, if she’s working for you, then you should bring her home
