"It's in my room in the closet in the far back corner." Timmy cries, mesmerized by Vicky's ample, supple giant perky tits. "Good boy!" Vicky says in a condoling manner. "Ohhhh.... yeah...." Timmy gasps, turned on by the turn of the tables. "You're such a good little slave...!" Vicky says, using some sort of siren voice to lure Timmy even deeper into degradation and winking. "Yes you are... In fact... you've been such a good little slave boy... I'm going to let you choose what you want to play with next... >:)" Vicky says in an even more humiliating tone, like shes talking to her dog, Doydle.
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