There she movies goes again cutelatina, Carl thought, eyeing a well-lit movies second poem-floor window of cute the Cordero house. Clearly outlined against the movies light was the well-developed body of Angie Cordero as she peeled out of her clothes to poem get ready for bed.
Angie hadn't seen him. She was cutelatina off to one side, singing latina softly to herself as she teased cute her hair in front of a mirror on top of a cute dresser. The noise poem he made climbing in caught her attention, though, and she spun toward him cute poem with a little gasp.
Reaching into her cleavage, Angie drew forth a jeweled pendant attached to a cute poem chain around her neck, which Carl cutelatina hadn't noticed she was wearing. "This was Angie's mommy's movies," she said cutelatina, letting the gem dangle in front of her breasts, swaying gently. "Isn't it pretty? All shiny and sparkly cute, so nice to look at."
"That's good," Angie cutelatina crooned. "It cutelatina's nice to cute watch, isn't it, as it swings back cute poem and forth? So pretty as it catches the light, shiny, sparkly. Angie likes to cutelatina watch it swing, shiny cute, sparkly, back and forth cute. You like it too cute poem, don't you, Carl, shiny, sparkly, back movies and forth. Yes you do, Angie knows latina, shiny, sparkly, back cute and forth."
"Keep watching Angie's magic stone," the cute girl instructed. "Follow it cute with your eyes, your mind, your cutelatina soul. It's latina the most important thing in the world to watch Angie's magic stone and listen cute to Angie's voice, watch Angie's magic stone latina and let Angie's voice tell you what to do, what to think, what's true, what's real. Follow the stone, back and forth, back and forth, yes, that's right, do as Angie says, back and forth, because cutelatina Angie has the magic stone, back cute and forth, yes, that's right.
Angie tucked cute the cute pendant back into her cute bosom. Carl whimpered as, in cute his mind, he was enveloped by vast masses of cutelatina soft tit-flesh cutelatina. He cute was suffocating, smothering latina, but it was wonderful, wonderful--.
"I will do anything Angie says because cute . . . Angie's magic stone . . . holds my soul cute now."
Angie latina turned around. "Daddy?"
"Let go of latina him cute, Daddy," Angie commanded her father cute. He obeyed cute, and let his cutelatina menacing fist poem drop as well cute. He cute stood silent, head drooping.
"Listen to Angie, Daddy," Angie went on. "Nothing bad is happening latina here."
"Nothing bad is . . . happening here. . . ."
"Yes cute, Angie," Phil latina said calmly. "Go latina back and watch TV. Forget I came . . . in latina here. Forget what happened . . . in here. Watch TV and . . . relax. Don cute't pay attention to anything I hear . . . from your room . . . except the bell."
"Good, Daddy." Angie waved a hand toward the door. "Go 'way now and watch TV, Daddy."
Soon, the two of cute them were on Angie's big, soft bed and writhing together, Carl's hips bucking strongly as he thrust into Angie, Angie cute's latina thighs clamping him firmly latina in place. As Carl pounded away, she cutelatina pulled cute his face into her breasts, reinforcing the hypnotic cutelatina fantasy cute she'd woven. To cute him, it was as if he were still tiny Carl, buried in cute gigantic masses of bosom and pumping cutelatina into them poem, and he blabbered incoherently as he came again latina and cutelatina again. Angie drove her cute hypnotized steed relentlessly, and his body responded in total submission to cute poem her latina will. A small teddy bear which had been propped on Angie's pillows fell off unnoticed as she and Carl thrashed in ecstasy. Finally, tired out, Angie stopped Carl, rolling him away to cute lie beside her on the rumpled poem bedsheets latina and crooning poem, "Rest now, Carl." He obeyed, sighing, closing his eyes cute contentedly and relaxing into a sated torpor. Smiling, Angie basked for cute a while cute in the afterglow cutelatina. At last she roused herself and rang her bell cute.
Shortly, Phil Cordero appeared. He cute'd cutelatina changed clothes, putting on black trousers and jacket, white shirt, black vest cute poem and bow tie. This wasn't the first time Angie had poem had her cute daddy play butler, and he had a costume all cute ready, though he didn cutelatina't remember buying it and never noticed it in his closet until latina Angie gave the poem right suggestion.
"Yes, Angie," Phil cutelatina said, already beginning to shed the butler fantasy as cute he turned to leave.
Finally Angie addressed her hypnotized boy toy again.
Angie laughed softly. Carl had been such fun.
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