Thinking that she is all by herself, Mariah starts reading the "special" report and before she even knows what hit her, my nasty little boss is in deep trance and ready to be used: "I am a mindless fuck toy." Let's have her strip first and see what's under all those unnecessary clothes of hers? Dressed only in her red, hot fishnet pantyhose, my (ex) boss is forced to masturbate and to pinch her nipples until I finally allow her to cum all over her own hands. Of course there is more, Mariah is ordered to do before the phone rings. She picks it up: "This is Mariah Jones, I want to drink your cum." Want to know who is at the other end of the line?

How about some breast jiggling and swaying or maybe some bottomless masturbation with some not so happy endings. Mariah literally obeys at the snap of my fingers and there are lots of yes masters in this one. I have her sit on the couch, pull up her legs and order her to masturbate using the vibrator while I zap the rest of her mind out of her, thus turning her into an even better programmed machine. Lots of hot action, orders and brainwashing.

Now, that just can not be? To make matters even worse, Mariah is, seemingly out of the blue, hit by a powerful orgasm. You should listen to her trying to first deny and then attempt to explain that one. Of course we are not done yet. Mariah's feet suddenly seem incredibly sensitive and she can not resist touching them which leads to another reluctant yet unstoppable orgasm. Now my little girl seems utterly confused and embarrassed. More tickling and unexplainable feelings of arousal still do not seem to make a believer out of her. Let's see what happens when I tell her that she will cum for me very soon again.

Eventually, I get her to stop laughing but now she begins to orgasm. Of course, she denies that one and excuses it as some type of fluke. Very professional, I can see that. As if all this was not bad enough, the second she touches her hair she freezes up. Mindlessly frozen my professional model does not even realize that I am moving her around, open her top and set those perky breast free.

That changes quickly though when she wakes up and realizes that she is half naked. Being the professional that she is, my clueless model apologizes for having slipped out of her dress. I would be OK with that but now the laughing starts again, followed by more freezing in place. Maybe changing into a different sexy little outfit changes her attitude. No, I guess not.

There she was and to get rid of her should prove to be almost impossible. She just kept going on and on about having never gone to the wrong house and that the reason for me trying to send her back is the fact that I don not like her looks. Believe me, I tried my best to explain to her that my wife was coming back any minute and that I certainly loved her looks and her dress and whatever else she thought was the reason for me to get rid of her. It was just like talking to deaf ears. I remember, her getting increasingly distressed and out of the blue flirtatious and sexy. I still feel the sweat running down my back when she pulled out those perky breasts.

What can I say, the flesh is weak. Maybe it was the rejection or the confusion over having gone to the wrong place but all of a sudden, she goes ballistic and malfunctions. If I had just paid attention to the signs, I could have figured it out much sooner, but hey, the flesh is weak. More twist and turns glitches and a very sensual transformation.