If Jeannie ever saw a chance before to take over, it was like nothing at all compared to now. She had no trouble just running my life. And for some re...son, I was agreeing to everything, even when I hated it. Like my hair. Sure, I had said okay when Raoul wanted me to be a redhead, but that didn't count as far as I was concerned. Not Jeannie, she said I had promised and if I didn't, Raoul would figure I was a lying little bitch and dump me like some loser. I called to make an appointment but. He walks over to my chair, lowers to his knees, puts his hands on my knees, and holds my legs wide open. At first he is just looking me over, as if he were savory a meal. After a few moments, he takes one finger and gently slides it around my lips and clit. Touching ever so softly, causing a tickling sensation. Slowly he brings up his other finger and uses it to spread my lips. He stares for just another moment, before he moves forward and presses his tongue to my clit. He moves around briefly,. He was wearing only gym shorts. No shirt and he always goes commando. He looks at his mom as she walks over to him with her tits swaying and nipples poking through her shirt. She said "Good morning and what do you want for breakfast?" He looked at her and lingered on her tits. He said he just wanted cereal. She went to the cabinet and bent over towards us to get the cereal box. Her cleavage was great from this angle her tits almost to the nipple were visible. He sat down and adjusted. ”‘ding’James stepped out onto the top floor and then entered his meditation chamber. As he sat down, he gave one last instruction to Jasmine. “Jasmine, I’m going into a closed-door session. No one is to disturb me.”James then removed his earpiece for the first time since he got it, and sat down in the centre of the spartan room. James’ meditation chamber was an entirely empty room no more than 5 metres in length and width. It had a single plain red rug made of soft fur and apart from that was.