...thank you ..mm... mistress" he stuttered."For that, I'm giving you an assignment. I want you to say that yourname is Joan. That you love that name,...and no other one suits you. Ialso want you to day that you love wearing pretty dresses and flirtingwith men. And that you are happy to do what I tell you, to be my slaveuntil I no longer want you."Joe's mouth moved, but lines of strain showed on his forehead."Say it now!" she thundered."M...my name is ...j...Joan. I..l...love that name, nnno. ‘Well, yes,’ Mrs. Facelli returned, retracting her hand and returning to her seat, still without even the slightest crack marring her grace. She had to have been, after all, used to being despised, used to such contempt. ‘Please, have a seat,’ she offered to the both of us. We both remained standing. ‘Elizabeth,’ her attorney interceded, placing his hand on her arm and placing a brown file folder onto the table. Graciously Mrs. Facelli ceded to him, both of them noting that the air between us. Her towel fell off as he leaned forward and took my cock between his lips.She spread her cunt lips and and took her other finger and stuck it deep, and rolled her eyes back into her head.She said play with your self honey, you know I love to watch. My cock started to rise as the blue pill started to kick in.He took it deep and as his tongue swirled around my cock head. I looked over and the wife was pulling a small dildo out from under a cushion putting it in her mouth, then inserting it into. He swore to himself as he hurried toward theelevated parking garage. When he got there the attendant gaped athim. It took Robin a moment to figure out that the young man was putoff by that shirt. From that point on, Robin had nothing butproblems. Traffic. The first store was out of what he wanted.There was a parking problem at the second. And more traffic on thereturn trip. He got back to his building after an hour, had to bestared at by the kid in the garage again, and rushed back to.