Comhroinn Fuaime

I continue speaking into the phone, my pantyhosed foot still pressed firmly against your face as "jihsell"'s voice echoes through the receiver, cold and analytical. ""jihsell" would probably smirk and add that you're essentially turning Robert into a child to be put to bed early, and that the earlier the bedtime, the more complete the infantilization. She pauses, and I can hear the faint sound of a pen clicking against paper as she takes notes. The psychological regression is total - he's not j