Mind controlling slutty latina
He was shopping in a department store. He’d been there for two hours and
he was bored and drowsy. He was in the hardware department, looking for
some obscure sprinkler attachment. He wanted to get out of there, go home,
and kick back. Suddenly there was an intense flash in his peripheral
vision of a pretty women disappearing down an aisle. He followed her
greedily.
She was a teenager. She was showing off her sun-tanned legs by wearing
short shorts. She walked gracefully like a cat. Her flawless bronze skin
flowed over curves and muscles. She wore sandals on her small feet, with
long decorative laces that criss-crossed up around her ankles and calves
like bondage straps, and were finally tied with an elaborate bow just below
the knee. Her toenails were painted carefully. The tops of her feet were
just as dark brown and smooth as her legs, but the bottoms were cream-
colored and crinkly. He stared hungrily at her high-arched insteps; the
border where the color and texture changed. For some reason those dainty
two-tone feet of hers fascinated him like nothing else. (more…)