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Angie brought her gloryholecock-holeyfuck hands up, massaging glory her breasts together around the pendant gloryholecock-holeyfuck. Helpless cock, Carl squealed and came, once, twice. Finally, Angie brought her hands down and addressed glory her hypnotized visitor.
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"Have sex with Angie," Carl answered with mindless honesty.
"What's happening here?" Phil Cordero was a beefy hole man in glory his glory early fifties, with a shiny bald pate over a broad, usually smiling face. He wasn't smiling now. "What's this site little creep doing in your glory room, baby?" He didn't wait for an fuck answer. Instead, he lunged at cock Carl and cock grabbed him by the throat gloryholecock-holeyfuck, clenching his other hand into a fist.
"Can you glory hear me, Daddy?"
"Nothing bad glory is . . . happening here glory. . . ."
Angie rummaged through her bedside table and brought out a hole little bell glory. She glory rang it once and glory said, "Go cock back and glory watch TV, Daddy glory. Forget you glory came in here. Forget what happened in here. Watch glory TV, and relax gloryholecock-holeyfuck. Don't glory pay gloryholecock-holeyfuck attention glory to any sounds you hear coming site from Angie's room, except ," another little ring, "this bell. Do you understand what Angie wants, Daddy?"
"Yes, Angie," Phil agreed gloryholecock-holeyfuck. "Play butler . . . for gloryholecock-holeyfuck Angie and her glory friend . . . when I hear the bell."
Silently, Phil Cordero obeyed, gently shutting the door behind him. In a site minute or so, Angie heard the faint sounds of the television in the living room glory.
"Goody." Angie clapped her fuck hands. "Take your clothes off, Carl."
"Yes gloryholecock-holeyfuck, ma'am hole?" he asked.
Angie ate ravenously and gulped her soda, then glory fed Carl, propping his head up with one slender arm and bringing the food to his mouth. He ate and drank glory mechanically until everything glory was gone gloryholecock-holeyfuck.
"Yes, Angie," Carl answered. "Angie hole's magic stone holds my mind and soul. I must gloryholecock-holeyfuck do as Angie says if Angie says, 'Angie's site magic stone' or shows me her magic stone. My body is a robot which must do glory as cock Angie says."
Maybe tomorrow, he thought. Yes, tomorrow was soon enough to show Angie Cordero cock how fuck a real man took charge.
