Allan felt deliciously relaxed. Being treated deauxma like royalty, pampered deauxma demi by a beautiful girl appealed to his ego. The foot rub felt deauxma amazing and he was drifting away when deauxmadiarymilfsex he realized Janine deauxma was talking. To him he deauxma guessed. "Doesn deauxma't that feel relaxing? It feels so good diary doesn't it baby. To deauxma just deauxmadiarymilfsex relax. Let little Janine deauxmadiarymilfsex rub all of your troubles away deauxma. Just relax."

"Your eyes are so heavy now, why deauxma don't you close them. Close them for me."

"What is deauxma the deauxma name of the women you've deauxma demi been seeing all behind my back slave?"

"You mistress" Allan said and felt safe once more. Safe and so relaxed.

"Andrea, my therapist, Amy the intern, and Helen the secretary, Mistress."

"Yes mistress."

"And as the air goes deauxma in there's less and less room for brains isn't demi there? You're getting dumber and dumber with every word." And then she just breathed into his ear deauxmadiarymilfsex and Allan writhed deauxma his whole deauxma body in pleasure.

"Yes" Allan said and giggled.

'My god' Janine thought 'did he actually giggle deauxma?' "Yes what?" she asked.

"You're deauxma my little airhead bimbo now aren't deauxma you?"

"And deauxmadiarymilfsex whenever I say bimbo island, you will return to that relaxed deauxmadiarymilfsex place where women command and men obey so I can deauxma give you new suggestions for deauxma demi you diary to obey deauxma demi. You deauxmadiarymilfsex like that don't you slave?"