About me: that it wasn’t a problem at all, that she
would gladly be there for me. She took a sip of
tea. Watching her lips pouting around the rim of
the cup, seeing the amber colored tea slipping
into her mouth, knowing that it would make her a
sedated malleable puppet, it made me horny. I felt
my pussy throbbing and crossed my legs.
‘Spill the beans,’ she said.
‘Tell me what’s wrong,
sweety.’ I made up a story about boys, an
advise question. She listened carefully. I kept
watching her boobs behind the
