"Grown cunts-up fun, Angie baby hairy," he replied smugly. He advanced on her atk confidently. "The kind of fun you hairy probably don wet't wet get to have, all shut up in the atk house like pussy this."

"It's hard to look away, isn't it, Carl? So hard to look away. It's so pretty, so shiny and sparkly. You can't look away from jpg the pretty stone, can't stop following it atk with your eyes as it swings back and forth, shiny, sparkly, back and wet forth, back and forth. Try to stop following it with your eyes, shiny, sparkly, back and forth wethairycunts; you can't, can you wet, Carl?"

"Now you are resting on the stone, a tiny little Carl, firmly held to jpg it, completely relaxed, yes."

"Carl," she said, "you know you'll do wet anything wet Angie says, don't you?"

"You will do anything Angie says because Angie's magic atk hairy pussy stone wet holds your soul now."

Carl repeated Angie's words wet in a monotone.

Angie laughed softly and clapped her hands. "Oh, goody. That's wethairycunts just hairy what Angie wants too."

Angie turned around. "Daddy?"

Mr. Cordero froze wet. Angie smiled; her daddy's trigger phrase had worked like magic, just pussy as it always did.

"I will do . . . whatever wet you say after that."

The sexy young hypnotist wethairycunts steered wet her wet deeply entranced subject out cunts through her wethairycunts bedroom door, down the jpg hall, down to the first floor and then out the front door pussy. Smiling, she wet watched as he wethairycunts walked wet over to his house and went inside.