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This story is dedicated to the luscious, lusty, leggy LADY KRYSTAL MESMER. It should not be read by any minor. It should not be read by anyone who is ethically, legally, morally, religiously, or personally {for any reason(s)} prohibited or proscribed from doing so. It should not be read by anyone who is fearful of, or uncomfortable with, the subject of feminine influence/control/domination/superiority/supremacy/inspiration or the topic of mind control in any of its forms or both.

He smiled confidently after checking his appearance for the umpteenth time and putting the finishing touches on what he saw. Everything was perfect. “Now, baby, listen to your granny. If it’s worth doing, do it as well as you can.” That was just one of the folksy proverbs and priceless pearls of wisdom she’d repeatedly poured into him as far back as he could remember. {She dispensed sage advice as easily as she dished out mouthwatering snacks and delicious meals. Only while taking some collegiate nutrition classes did he begin to discover just how effectively she’d slickly slipped an astounding variety of the healthiest available foods into his and his friends systems by making them simply irresistible treats their taste buds ever-increasingly hungered for. When he asked her about this, she leaned her chin on her southpaw, stroked her attractively styled snow white hair, focused her perceptive and penetrating Read more…