Mistress Tanya twists shapely, muscular legs against one another, allowing glimpses of freshly pedicured, teal green toenails. "Luck of the Irish." she says lightly. "Today you have the good fortune to gaze upon my beautiful body for as long as I permit it." You hope the day never ends. Her eyes travel to a silver platter festooned with rows of cream-filled treats. The pastries seem to levitate in response to her gaze. "I control those Twinkies just like I control your cock." Mistress Tanya declares. Suddenly the whole platter materializes in her left hand. How did it fly across the room? G... Show more