She sat on her brazil bed and kicked off mike her shoes, a very adult pair mike stern of high-heeled mike white pumps for someone with such a childish persona. She stuck one long leg out and slowly, slowly peeled off a long seamed nylon stocking, then repeated the process with the other leg mike.
"What mike stern kind of free fun?" the stern girl asked, blue eyes wide in a baby-doll face under a curly mike mop free of black hair.
"Sh-sh-shiny," Carl mumbled, eyes following the moving stone mike. Somehow mike, he seemed to have lost the initiative. "Sparkly mikeinbrazil. Back and forth." He relaxed, letting stern his brazil hands fall loosely to mike his sides, as he continued to follow the mike pendant mike with his eyes.
"Angie's magic stone," agreed Carl.
"Now as you mike stern watch Angie mike's magic stone," Angie went on, "feel yourself being drawn to it, yes, feel mike yourself rising mike stern, shrinking mike stern, being pulled toward the stone, yes, rising, shrinking brazil, being pulled mike toward the stone."
"Now you mike stern are resting on the stone, a tiny little Carl, firmly held to it, completely relaxed, yes."
"Now mike stern," she went on, "Angie's going to put stern the stone away, with you on it, between Angie's breasts. When Angie does this, you will feel yourself enveloped by mike the softness of mike Angie's mike breasts. You mikeinbrazil will see it, smell it, taste it, and mike the pleasure will be overpowering. You will let yourself mikeinbrazil go, let yourself get mike lost in the feeling, lost in the pleasure."
Angie brought her free hands up, massaging her breasts together mikeinbrazil around the mike pendant. Helpless, Carl squealed and came brazil, once, twice. Finally, Angie brought her hands mikeinbrazil down and addressed her stern hypnotized visitor.
"Your body obeys Angie's voice, does whatever Angie says, without thought, without free will, because Angie's magic stone holds your soul now."
Angie turned around. "Daddy?"
"Yes mike stern, Angie," Phil Cordero mike said meekly.
"Let go of mikeinbrazil him, Daddy," Angie commanded her father. He obeyed, and let mike his menacing mikeinbrazil fist drop as well. He stood mike silent, head drooping.
"When you mike hear the bell, it means Angie wants you to come play butler. You will in come mike to Angie's room and play butler for Angie and her friend when you mikeinbrazil hear the bell."
Silently, Phil Cordero obeyed, gently shutting the mikeinbrazil door behind him. In brazil a minute or so, Angie heard the mike stern faint sounds of the television in the living room.
"Yes, ma'am." Completely immersed in his butler free role, Mr. Cordero mike turned and marched stiffly away. A mike little while mikeinbrazil later he mike returned with free a mikeinbrazil wheeled brazil tray holding several big mike sandwiches and mike stern a couple of cans of Coke. Angie mike had him park it next to her mike bed, then sent him away with the instructions, "You're tired, Daddy. Put the butler suit away and mike go to bed. Go to sleep until morning and forget all about playing mike the butler game. Angie will see mikeinbrazil her daddy in the morning."
"Angie's going to send you home soon, Carl," she told him. "When Angie does, you will not remember coming over here. You will not remember what happened here. Do you understand, Carl?"
"What mike stern kind of free fun?" the stern girl asked, blue eyes wide in a baby-doll face under a curly mike mop free of black hair.
"Sh-sh-shiny," Carl mumbled, eyes following the moving stone mike. Somehow mike, he seemed to have lost the initiative. "Sparkly mikeinbrazil. Back and forth." He relaxed, letting stern his brazil hands fall loosely to mike his sides, as he continued to follow the mike pendant mike with his eyes.
"Now you mike stern are resting on the stone, a tiny little Carl, firmly held to it, completely relaxed, yes."
Angie brought her free hands up, massaging her breasts together mikeinbrazil around the mike pendant. Helpless, Carl squealed and came brazil, once, twice. Finally, Angie brought her hands mikeinbrazil down and addressed her stern hypnotized visitor.
Angie turned around. "Daddy?"
"Let go of mikeinbrazil him, Daddy," Angie commanded her father. He obeyed, and let mike his menacing mikeinbrazil fist drop as well. He stood mike silent, head drooping.
Silently, Phil Cordero obeyed, gently shutting the mikeinbrazil door behind him. In brazil a minute or so, Angie heard the mike stern faint sounds of the television in the living room.
"Yes, ma'am." Completely immersed in his butler free role, Mr. Cordero mike turned and marched stiffly away. A mike little while mikeinbrazil later he mike returned with free a mikeinbrazil wheeled brazil tray holding several big mike sandwiches and mike stern a couple of cans of Coke. Angie mike had him park it next to her mike bed, then sent him away with the instructions, "You're tired, Daddy. Put the butler suit away and mike go to bed. Go to sleep until morning and forget all about playing mike the butler game. Angie will see mikeinbrazil her daddy in the morning."
