Lisa fingering my pussy left me weak in the legs.  Of course, I was already exhausted from the session we had had in the playroom.  It would be a struggle staying awake long enough to get to the shower with Lisa.<br/><br/>"I'm wearing the robe because my body's too sore to wear anything tighter against the skin," I grumbled.  Then I filled a plate and slid in next to her on the lounge.  Everything looked good, so I took a little of each.  OK, OK, a lot of each!  My plate was almost to overflowing.<br/><br/>Maleficent, or at least the way Angelina Jolie played her, seemed the perfect dominatrix.  Cool and aloof and powerful.  Odd for a children's movie.  But come to think of it, most Angelina Jolie's movies had a tinge of the dominatrix about them.  She played a domme at one point in Mr. and Mrs. Smith, a femme fatale in Original Sin, a kick-ass adventuress in Tomb Raider, a kick-ass spy in Salt, and another femme fatale in The Tourist.  The actress had cold, calculating and controlling down to an art.  And I loved her.  If I had my fantasy woman to be a slave to, she would be it.  But I certainly never was going to tell Lisa that.<br/><br/>I slid down in the lounge just so I could get my head at the level of Lisa's shoulder to lay it there between bites.  I was hungry, so the bites were big and the plate was half-empty by the time Annabelle made her appearance.  And the movie hadn't even started yet.<br/><br/>"I've left Rachel in charge of the business for the next few days.  So, I'm yours while you're here Anna."  For some reason that didn't sound right, but it was too late to reword that last sentence.  After what she'd seen earlier in the playroom, everything I said would probably be sounding like an innuendo to her for awhile.  That couldn't be helped.<br/><br/>I had no idea of how this unexpected visit would impact what Lisa and I did in the playroom.  Not that I expected Anna to be attached to me for the whole visit.  She had friends she'd want to check on. And shopping she'd want to do.  She didn't always care for my taste in clothing, so the shopping would be with friends as well.  And taking her for a hour drive to visit her grandmother was probably also not a good idea after what Anna had seen in the playroom.<br/><br/>So what could I do with my daughter?  This used to be easier when she was young and up for anything.  Go take a hike in the local forest?  Sure, mom.  Ride bikes down to the beach.  That sounds like fun, mom.  Go see a movie?  The old Annabelle loved the movie theater.  But I suspected the adult Anna would say, 'Netflix is better'.<br/><br/>So I waited for Anna to make her suggestions.  And hoped that sex was not one of those suggestions.