Maine kaha “Time hai tumare pass to mai beithu…other wise muje kam hai”. Wo boli muskurake “Naha ke atti hu”.Ek dam mast nahake aayiii…..B...enchod kya boobs the..masal dooo par himmat nahi ho rahi thi,,,Ham bate karne lage.Bat bat me ….Me bol gaya ki “tum do no chutye ho”.Wo pahle to choki aur bad me boli“Kya bolte ho.Accha nahi lagta” . To maine kaha fight kyo karto ho aapse me ….Thodi der baad Bhabhi boli…”Me nahi Tera bhai Chutya hai”.Ab me chokka,Bhabhi boli “sahi me.Wo bat bat be dat-ta. Her ass would show up nicely in the skirt she picked out that came just above her knees.Mandy didn't care if anyone noticed what she was or wasn't wearing that day. She just wanted to enjoy and relish the increased feeling of sexiness and personal freedom that dressing the way she wanted to was giving her. And in the end, it made Mandy feel hornier than hell.As Mandy tried to get involved in the work that she always had waiting for her each morning, she realized that she was really horny. "My. " Done." She snaps her fingers and all the changes take place."You are deeply in love with me and will do whatever I tell you to like a slave." Yes, I'm your slave master." Good. You also love following my orders. It has always been that way. It fills you with happiness and pleasure. Your favorite thing to do is give me a blowjob." Yes, it is master." When I snap my fingers you will be out of the trance, but you will follow and believe everything in it even though you remember none of. Now, where would you like to have dinner, my treat?’ ‘You don’t have to do that. I can fix something at home if you would drop me off.’ ‘I told him that I was taking you to dinner and anywhere else you wanted to go. So take advantage of it.’ ‘Well, there is a really good Chinese place not too far from here, if you like Chinese? It’s kind of expensive though.’ ‘I like Chinese as long as it is good but there is nothing worse than bad Chinese food. And I don’t remember saying that we could go.