 There she goes mr again, Carl thought, eyeing a well-lit second-floor window katsumi of the Cordero house. Clearly outlined against the light was the well-developed body of Angie Cordero as she peeled out of asian her clothes to get ready katsumi for bed.
 Carl lost it katsumi, squirting helplessly in his pants as his chew vision asian dissolved in multicolored asianbeaverchewkatsumimr fireworks. A vague time later, when he came back to reality and looked toward Angie's window chew again, she was already in her pajamas. That does it, he asianbeaverchewkatsumimr decided. Tomorrow asian, I'm going over there and give that little cock-teaser a taste of asian real life.
 He asian already had a plan, one he'd worked out months ago. He'd just never quite worked up the asian nerve to carry it out. After tonight, though, he asian just asian had to go through with it.
 "What kind welcome of fun?" the girl asked, blue eyes wide in a baby-doll face under a curly mop of black hair.
 "Sh-sh-shiny," Carl mumbled, eyes following the moving asianbeaverchewkatsumimr stone. Somehow, he seemed asian to have lost asian the initiative asian. "Sparkly . Back and forth chew." He relaxed, letting chew his hands fall loosely to his sides, as he continued to follow the pendant with his eyes.
 Carl struggled asian and gasped, "Can't asianbeaverchewkatsumimr stop . . . watching the pretty stone. Shiny. Sparkly. Back and asianbeaverchewkatsumimr . . . forth asian."
 "Yes," Carl agreed. "Resting on the stone. Tiny little Carl. Firmly held. Relaxed. Yes." And asian it was true. Every sense mr Carl owned told him he was now lying, completely relaxed, on asianbeaverchewkatsumimr the warm, glittering surface of Angie asian's chew magic stone.
 "Now," she went on, "Angie's going asianbeaverchewkatsumimr to put the stone away, with you asian on it, between asianbeaverchewkatsumimr Angie's breasts. When Angie does this, you will feel yourself asian enveloped by the softness of asian Angie's breasts asian. You asian will see it, smell asianbeaverchewkatsumimr it, taste asian it, and the pleasure will be overpowering. You will let yourself go, let yourself get lost in the feeling, lost in the pleasure."
 Angie tucked the pendant back into her asianbeaverchewkatsumimr bosom asianbeaverchewkatsumimr. Carl whimpered as asian, in his mind, he was enveloped by vast masses of asian soft asian tit welcome-flesh. He was suffocating, smothering, but it was asian wonderful, wonderful--.
 Angie brought her hands up, massaging her asianbeaverchewkatsumimr breasts together around the pendant. Helpless, Carl squealed and came asianbeaverchewkatsumimr, once asianbeaverchewkatsumimr, twice asian. Finally, Angie brought her hands down and addressed her chew hypnotized visitor.
 Carl asianbeaverchewkatsumimr repeated Angie's words in a monotone.
 "Now Carl," Angie asked playfully, "what did you come asian to Angie's room to asianbeaverchewkatsumimr do?"
 Angie laughed beaver softly and asian clapped her hands. "Oh, goody. That's just what Angie wants too."
 "What's happening here?" Phil Cordero was a asian beefy asian man asianbeaverchewkatsumimr in his asian early fifties, with a shiny bald pate over a broad chew, usually smiling face asianbeaverchewkatsumimr. He wasn katsumi't smiling asian now katsumi. "What's this little creep doing in your room, baby?" He didn't wait for an answer chew. Instead, he lunged at asianbeaverchewkatsumimr Carl and grabbed him by the asian throat, clenching his other hand into a fist katsumi.
 "Daddy, no." Angie cried. "Time out, Daddy."
 She smiled katsumi. She enjoyed controlling asianbeaverchewkatsumimr her daddy. He'd asian been mr one of the first people she welcome'd tried out the pendant on, after she'd gotten interested in chew hypnosis, and he'd turned asianbeaverchewkatsumimr out to be a very good subject. It helped that he'd always trusted her. She had asianbeaverchewkatsumimr a mr lot of fun welcome with him, especially the times she put him under and made him think she was Mommy. He didn't remember any of it, of course. That was part of the fun, knowing her control was a secret.
 Carl was still standing there asianbeaverchewkatsumimr, blank-eyed, waiting for his next command. She addressed him: "Carl asianbeaverchewkatsumimr, do you still want to mr have sex with Angie?"
 "Yes, Angie," Carl murmured. "You're going to send me home soon. I will not remember coming . . . over here katsumi. Not remember . . . what happened here."
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