"Tina," Matt repeated, then sighed deeply.

"Oh, sorry. Chunky Monkey devondiarymichaelsmilf." Matt broke down and began devondiarymichaelsmilf sobbing. Bill looked devondiarymichaelsmilf around. This was getting really embarrassing. Where was that girl with the drinks? He needed one . He felt like everyone in the place watching and truth be told most were. He wanted to crawl under the table. The toughest guy devon he knew. But he was in too deep now and Matt devon was too good a friend devon. "Chunky Monkey?"

Bill relaxed devon a little.

"Where, where did she go?"

They were back where this devon crazy conversation had started, no wiser but devon with a lot of facts that diary only confused the devon issue, whatever it was.

"Ok Matt," Bill tried again, "We need to start pulling these facts together now so I can michaels understand. I wasn't there so I need you to fill in devon a little more detail. Chunky Monkey's, hypnosis, and Tina's disappearance all are related how?"

"It's devon the Chunky milf Monkey's fault, and devondiarymichaelsmilf mine." That wasn't helpful.

"She thought it would diary be cute to use the nickname as her trigger. To make her into a completely will-less suggestible... sex slave."

Now sexy Bills eyes widened . His devondiarymichaelsmilf jaw visibly dropped. His stare went kind of distant. Blank like he'd "gone under" himself.