Sorry Olivia!
Yesterday, whilst Boss was playing with himself, or smelling his hands (Not sure which), he gave me the permission I needed; he unwittingly gave me control over Olivia. She's mine.
I own her.
Either get in the kitchen, or get in the bedroom. You can choose-- I'm not that bad a dictator.
Unless you choose the bed.
<3
I own her.
Either get in the kitchen, or get in the bedroom. You can choose-- I'm not that bad a dictator.
Unless you choose the bed.
<3
I've met widows who've cried less than you
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