I caught her heels with my hands, lifted up her legs and placed them on my shoulders. I began to massage her lower legs gently. She took me down with ...a hard kick to my head. ?Who said that you have permission to breathe? Did I tell you that you would breathe and massage my legs?? She bent down to slap me. I shook my head and closed my eyes to accept a hard slap.?Sorry, mistress.?She got up and pointed to her seat in the couch. ?You’re going to keep your head here. I’m going to sit on your face. "Meet Lotone," he said with a minor flourish. "A simple little cocktail ofnannites that I got hold of from an obliging acquaintance of mine withsimilar views; Lot one only has four commands. Trust Martin, obeyMartin, everything is perfectly normal and remain calm. It's what getswhoever I want here whenever I want them."He reached into the drawer again and pulled another small vial out andplaced it on the desk. "This is Lot two," he said. "Why don't you havethis one for yourself right now. –vijhbe na! amar shontan shami je shogag amak dey!–Assa tomak ma bole dakle tomar beshi sexy lage na ki bou bole dakle?–tui jokhon chudar jonno amak ma bole dakis tokhon amar sara sorir shir shirk ore uthe kamonay. Tor konta valo lage?–abar jiggesh koro! Tumi amar ma bolei to tomar norom sorirta k aro mohonio lage.–tai-eee, de na babu(amar dak nam) tor lingo ta amar linger vetor. Kotokhon chudbi amaiBolna.–saradin.–kivabe somvob, parbi tui?–hmm preserve kore rakhbo mal, lingo saradin thathie. Francis, Kim grab a leg." Theybend Mr. Jefferson's legs until his feet pass his head. I consider the results, "Hisbum hole is not close enough to his GOD, bend him more." I hear his legs creakuntil his feet are a good two feet below the edge of the desk. I take out aruler, "4 inches between them, perfect". The tension on Mr. Jefferson's facewas quite the sight. It turns ashen. His legs finally adjust to the strainas the girls tie him off. I put my finger on his gaping bum hole, "Girls, thisis.