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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.
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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