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