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Angie pussysquirt brought her hands up, massaging her breasts together around the pendant. Helpless, Carl squealed and came, once pussy, twice. Finally, Angie brought her hands down and addressed her hypnotized visitor.
"I will do anything Angie says because . . . Angie's magic pussy cat stone . . . holds my soul now."
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"Nothing bad is . . . happening here. . . ."
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"Yes, Angie," Carl murmured. "You're going to send pussy me pussysquirt home soon. I will not remember coming . . . over here. Not remember pussy cat . . . what happened here."
"Good boy, Carl," Angie praised him video. She pussy pulled the pendant pussy cat out and held it before cat Carl's face; his eyes widened and locked on immediately. "The memory pussy of what happened here will stay here pussysquirt with pussysquirt Angie's magic stone, the magic stone which holds your soul squirt safe for Angie. Do you understand?"
"I will forget pussysquirt coming here. I will forget what squirt . . . happened here. I will act and speak as . . . I always do, unless you say, 'Angie's magic stone' or . . . show me pussysquirt the stone. I will think I am thinking just the same . . . as always pussysquirt . . . unless Angie says 'Angie's magic stone' or . . . shows me pussy the stone."
The sexy young pussy hypnotist pussysquirt steered her pussy deeply pussy entranced subject out pussy cat through her video bedroom door, down pussysquirt the hall, down pussysquirt to the first floor and then out the front door. Smiling, she watched as he walked pussy over to his house and went inside.
Angie pussysquirt brought her hands up, massaging her breasts together around the pendant. Helpless, Carl squealed and came, once pussy, twice. Finally, Angie brought her hands down and addressed her hypnotized visitor.
"What's pussysquirt happening here pussysquirt?" Phil Cordero squirt was pussy a beefy man in his early fifties pussy, with a pussy shiny bald video pate over pussy a broad, usually smiling face. He wasn't smiling now. "What's this little creep doing in your room, baby?" He didn't wait for an answer. Instead, he lunged at Carl pussysquirt and pussy grabbed pussysquirt him by the throat, clenching squirt his other hand pussy cat into a fist.
"Daddy, no pussy." Angie pussy cried. "Time out pussy, Daddy."
"Nothing bad is . . . happening here. . . ."
Angie rummaged through cat her bedside table and brought out pussy a little bell. She rang pussy it once and said, "Go back and watch squirt TV, Daddy. Forget you came in here. Forget what pussy happened in here. Watch pussy TV, and cat relax pussy. Don't pay attention to any sounds you hear coming from Angie's room, except pussysquirt," another little video ring, "this bell. Do you understand squirt what Angie wants, Daddy?"
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Soon, the two of them were on Angie's pussysquirt big pussy, soft bed and writhing together, Carl's hips bucking strongly as he thrust into Angie, Angie's thighs clamping him firmly in place. As squirt Carl pounded away, she pulled his face into her breasts, reinforcing the hypnotic fantasy she'd woven. To him, it was as if he were still tiny Carl, buried in gigantic masses of bosom and pumping into them, and he blabbered incoherently as he came pussysquirt again and again. Angie drove her hypnotized steed relentlessly pussy, and pussy his body responded in total submission to her will. A small teddy bear which pussy cat had been propped on Angie's pillows fell off unnoticed as squirt she and Carl thrashed in ecstasy. Finally, tired out, Angie stopped Carl, rolling him away to lie pussy cat beside her on the rumpled pussy cat bedsheets pussy and crooning pussy, "Rest now, Carl." He obeyed, sighing, closing his eyes contentedly and relaxing into a sated torpor. Smiling, Angie basked for a while in the afterglow. At last she roused herself and rang her bell pussy cat.
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