Phoebe looked at him curiously and he explained his presence. “Hi. I was just going to make a sandwich for lunch.”Phoebe smiled at the guest. “S...ure thing, no problem. I was just tidying up the pantry. What can I get for you?”“No, no, that’s all right, I can take care of it.”“No, really, let me,” she insisted. “I was just about to make something myself. What would you like?” Phoebe opened the refrigerator and peered inside. “Cold cuts?”John shrugged and acquiesced. “Fine by me.”“Ham and cheese. Making her nice small a cups jiggle. I told her don't worry. I gave her the entire spiel of how cute she is. She wore cute little glasses, has a perfect little smile, perfect sized body since she wants to do cheerleading. I then took her wrists and made her do a fake little cheer. “Give me a 'P' give me a 'F' give me a 'H' give me a 'S' what's that spell? PFHS” she giggled and I'm glad I made her smile. I threw her hands in the air and they landed right on my hip bare skin. My shirt was lifted. They involve mind conditioning so that the males do whatever we females want from them. We find a little initiative helpful in some of the work we have our males do." Oh, well, I guess that's okay, but we want our males to be completely docile. Any work that needs to be done can be done by the female slaves." How do you force your slaves to be so subservient? That must be difficult to manage." Oh, no, it is easy once they learn what will happen if they don't follow orders. Here, I'll show you. ” Uncle Parichaya said, moving down her body.“Tell me how much you want me to fuck your tight little cunt.”“I do, Uncle Parichaya, please fuck my pussy, fuck me hard.”With one swift push Uncle Parichaya was inside her so deep she could feel his heavy balls against her ass.“Omigod” Vardhi screamed, unable to believe that was her. She’d never imagined screaming out because something felt so good but she couldn’t imagine wanting anything more than she wanted her Uncle Parichaya inside her at this.