 Something or other, and her short stature was made up for with dark fuckinglesbian, flawless skin, almond fucking eyes, and a butt to die for. Alison was your typical California blonde fucking, fresh out of a 12 step program for cocaine, but cigarettes and alcohol were still ok in her book.
 She said. "Hypnosis fucking isn't all that it's cracked up to be fuckinglesbian," retorted Alison "they fucking couldn't get me to quit smoking through hypnosis, waste pictures of fucking fucking whore money and fucking my time."
 The women took pieces of paper and fuckinglesbian wrote there names fucking on them. They put them into an empty bowl from the kitchen, since they couldn't find a hat. After staring fucking at fucking the hat and drinking more wine, they got up the courage to try it out.
 The women disrobed, and nervously began. "You're going down, biiiiitch. " Said Amanda to Lindsay. "Very funny, red, prepare fucking to submit." Was her reply.
 Lindsay fucking continued. "You're going to totally relax, and block out every sound but my lesbian voice." Monica turned down fucking the music, and put on just fucking soft static in the background fuckinglesbian as fucking white noise. The women were fucking all fascinated, would it work?
 Tell pictures me you accept everything I say, now" Amanda responded fucking whore. "I accept fucking everything you say." Lindsay felt herself getting wet. This whore was a power rush. "You accept everything I fucking say and love this game, you fucking love fuckinglesbian the wrestling and hypnosis game, say fucking it." Amanda
 Amanda fucking looked whore disoriented. "What's up guys? Why are you fucking looking at me so weird? Damn, I need a fucking pickle fucking, "she said. The other girls giggled as fucking whore Amanda opened the fridge
 And took out a huge kosher dill. She looked at it lustfully and then took a bite fucking whore. "mmm,
 "send own number feature pictures" OFF on her cell fucking whore phone fucking. She speed Dialed Monica fucking. And turned to Amanda. "Amanda, " yes Ma'am. Was the reply. "Speak as though you are not hypnotized, in your normal voice, and tell fucking whore Monica fucking you made it fucking home safely and pictures are going to bed, then say lesbian goodnight, see you Monday. "Yes, Ma'am fucking whore," she said in her normal perky voice. Lindsay handed her the phone. She said everything as instructed and Monica fucking whore was none the lesbian wiser lesbian. She handed fuckinglesbian the phone back to Lindsay fucking. "Queen Lindsay fucking" said
 Who knows fucking how many times fucking whore now, how deep was this lesbian one?
 She looked over Amanda: Tall red hair still perfect, flowing. Her skin was flawless, and she always had an expensive manicure and pedicure. She always wore designer clothes fucking,and expensive perfumes. What a fucking bitch, she thought to herself, this would be a different experience altogether, she mused.
 Lindsay looked around the room at the mess. Pumps everywhere, stocking fucking, gym clothes, Underwear, Doritos bags, etc. "Amanda, clean up this mess while I get a shower." she commanded. "Yes Ma'am I lesbian will clean whore up this mess." She repeated back to her. Amanda went about tidying up, cleaning the mess. Putting the trash away, and putting the clothes into piles, with nonchalance she fuckinglesbian put Lindsay's husband's clothes into a pile, but when it came lesbian to Lindsay's it was different. She picked up fucking each pair of shoes and fucking looked at them with glassy eyed admiration she caressed each pair and looked to be sure Lindsay was still fucking showering fuckinglesbian.
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