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I know you are helpless to my high arched ballerina legs. I see the way you stare at me, the way you try to disguise your excitement. It really is funny that I control you with just pointing my long toes. You are so weak for my nude Calvin Klein nylons and my long hair. I have you wrapped around my finger. You can try to run, you can try to convince yourself you do not love me, but you will always come back. My ballerina feet are bourrées in your and become your obsession. You could never escape me and you would never want to.