A Good Old Fashion Twofer...

Emma Domingo, divorce lawyer extraordinaire entered her sister's kitchen. She had decided to stop by unexpectedly to talk to Maureen about her recent divorce. It seems that she could get her more money and wanted to know if she wanted to go after it. Her focus was on her Blackberry and she did not notice Maureen standing idly at the island. Emma unlike her younger sister was a slender woman, where Maureen had a noticeable chest and backside; Emma was on the more flatter side. Maureen had a thick flowing black mane, Emma's hair was cut chin-length and was fully gray. In the end she did not look bad for a woman just shy of sixty but she was not as MILFy as her baby sister. Emma was dressed in her usual tailored pants suit, this one a dark grey number. Her suits usually hugged her slender frame just right giving the allusion that she had an ass and tits. The suit along with black heels she walked on cost nearly two thousand dollars, this was excluding the pearls, earrings and Rolex she also wore.

The well dressed lawyer was still focused on her smart phone as she dropped her bag off on the kitchen table. She noticed her sister was there but was not really looking at her. "Did you know that Jack just spent two thousand dollars?" she asked as she scrolled through her phone. "Where did he get that money...we have access to his accounts..." Emma wondered aloud. Not getting response from her sister she finally looked up. "Maureen?" she called seeing that her sister stood blank face, gaze locked on to the kitchen mounted flat screen. "What are you..." Emma said as she stepped up next to Maureen.

Emma's eyes locked on to the flashing spinning spiral. "Uh..." was the only thing the normally talkative lawyer could say as the spiral captured her focus. Emma's expression went from questioning to blank a moment later. She fell into a deep trance, faster than her sister had. All of Emma's goals, ambition and energy slipped from her mind as a relaxing bliss filled it. Her mind was soon blank and sponge-like, ready for commands, any commands. Emma continued to stare at the TV, her eyes vacant and her mouth hanging open before the quiet of the room was disturbed by high-heels entering the kitchen.

"Hello mother," Tiffany greeted with a devious smile. "Oh and what a surprise Aunt Emma..."