"You're going to accept my every word as your command. You will do as I tell you to do. You won't complain or cry or try to get out of it." No sir, I ...ean, yes sir... I will do as I'm told and I won't complain about anything. I promise." All right. Let's go back into my office. I want to be sure of you before I agree to take you back in." Yes sir," she said with resignation.I reached down to help her up, and as she got her feet under her and stood up, I got a perfect view up her skirt. She was. "What you said before." She paused. "Would you really have done to Debbie what you said if you could control her mind." Yeah," said Doug. "You here to tell me I'm some kind of evil chauvinist, now?"She looked up at him and smiled. "No." What then?" If it was me you could control, would you do the same thing?" You mean if I could control your mind instead of Debbie's?" Yeah! Would you make me do that?" Yeah," he said."Diane fell back onto the chair at his desk, the breeze sending his papers. Sometimes I sit back there to make sure, you know, there aren't any problems with the ther****ts." Isn't that i*****l?"Dave just laughed. "I'm just protecting my ass-ets, buddy boy! I tape the massages to make sure that if anything goes too far and somebody complains. I know what happened and can show it to my attorney. But, so far, we’ve certainly had no complaints," he chuckled.I liked the idea of the massage for Natalie. She had mentioned several times how she wanted to spend a day at one of. ...obviously....high heels are sexy," stammered Jim. "....butreally only when they are being worn by women. I'd love to see you wearthese shoes sometime. But I don't think they look sexy on my feet." Why not?" asked Maria. "There's nothing fundamentally different aboutmens and womens feet, other than mens feet are normally bigger thanwomens feet. But that's certainly not the case with you. Not many menwould be able to wear high heels in a size 5, but you are managing itquite easily. Certainly,.