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| I am obsesive about how she must dress and about control. Yes. Control is the magic word.
I love my baby in high heels, thigh stockings, tight dress or skirt to mid-thigh or higher, a neckline that shows a bit of a gorgeus black lace bra, long flashy earridngs, lips painted in bright red and very carefully combed hair. She must wear extremelly sexy and cute outfits and underwears.
The older she is the stronger is this requirement of dress code.
Also I am obsesive about her sexy molded ass.
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