"Not this cumfiesta kind," Carl responded. "Let me show you what you're missing cumfiesta." He grabbed at her, pulling her to him roughly cumfiesta for a kiss.
"That cumfiesta's good," Angie crooned. "It here's nice to mandy watch, isn't it, as it swings back and forth? So pretty cumfiesta as it catches the light, shiny cumfiesta, sparkly. Angie likes to watch it swing, shiny, sparkly cumfiesta, back and forth. You like it too, don't you cumfiesta, Carl, shiny cumfiesta, sparkly cumfiesta, back and cumfiesta forth. Yes you do, Angie knows cumfiesta, shiny cumfiesta mandy, sparkly, back and forth."
Angie cumfiesta passed her free hand cumfiesta quickly in front of cumfiesta Carl's eyes. He didn't blink. He didn't cumfiesta even notice cumfiesta. She giggled cumfiesta. Carl was under her power, completely lost in the world she had made for him.
"Yes cumfiesta," Carl said. "Anything Angie says."
"I will do anything Angie says because . . . Angie cumfiesta's magic stone . . . holds cumfiesta my cumfiesta soul now."
"Let go of him, Daddy," Angie cumfiesta commanded her father. He obeyed, and let his menacing cumfiesta fist drop as well. He stood silent, head drooping.
"Goody." Angie clapped her hands. "Take your cumfiesta clothes off, Carl."
Soon here, the two of them were on Angie's big, soft bed and writhing together, Carl cumfiesta's hips bucking strongly as he thrust into Angie, Angie's thighs clamping cumfiesta him firmly in place. As Carl pounded away, she pulled his face into her breasts, reinforcing the hypnotic fantasy she'd woven. To him, it was cumfiesta as if he cumfiesta were still tiny Carl, buried in gigantic cumfiesta mandy masses of bosom and pumping into them, and he blabbered cumfiesta incoherently as he came again and again. Angie drove her hypnotized steed relentlessly, and his body responded in total submission to her will. A small teddy bear which had been propped on cumfiesta Angie's pillows fell off unnoticed as she and Carl thrashed in ecstasy. Finally, tired out, Angie stopped cumfiesta Carl, rolling him away to lie beside her on the rumpled bedsheets and crooning, "Rest now, Carl." He obeyed, sighing, closing his eyes contentedly and mandy relaxing into a sated torpor. Smiling cumfiesta, Angie basked for a while cumfiesta mandy in the afterglow cumfiesta. At last she roused herself and rang her bell.
Shortly, Phil Cordero appeared. He mandy'd changed clothes, putting on black cumfiesta trousers and jacket, white shirt, black vest cumfiesta and bow tie. This wasn't the first time cumfiesta Angie had had her cumfiesta daddy play butler, and cumfiesta he had a costume all ready, though he didn cumfiesta't remember buying it and never noticed it in his closet until Angie gave the cumfiesta right suggestion.
"Angie's going to send you home soon, Carl," she told him. "When Angie does, you will not remember cumfiesta coming over here. You cumfiesta will not remember what happened here. Do cumfiesta you understand, Carl?"
"Yes, Angie cumfiesta," Carl murmured. "You're going to send me home soon. I cumfiesta will not remember coming . . . over here. Not remember cumfiesta . . . what happened here cumfiesta."
"Very cumfiesta good, Carl cumfiesta," Angie said again. "And when you cumfiesta go cumfiesta home tonight, what will happen?"
"And if Angie does one of those things, what will you do?"
"Not this cumfiesta kind," Carl responded. "Let me show you what you're missing cumfiesta." He grabbed at her, pulling her to him roughly cumfiesta for a kiss.
Angie cumfiesta passed her free hand cumfiesta quickly in front of cumfiesta Carl's eyes. He didn't blink. He didn't cumfiesta even notice cumfiesta. She giggled cumfiesta. Carl was under her power, completely lost in the world she had made for him.
"Yes cumfiesta," Carl said. "Anything Angie says."
"I will do anything Angie says because . . . Angie cumfiesta's magic stone . . . holds cumfiesta my cumfiesta soul now."
"Let go of him, Daddy," Angie cumfiesta commanded her father. He obeyed, and let his menacing cumfiesta fist drop as well. He stood silent, head drooping.
Soon here, the two of them were on Angie's big, soft bed and writhing together, Carl cumfiesta's hips bucking strongly as he thrust into Angie, Angie's thighs clamping cumfiesta him firmly in place. As Carl pounded away, she pulled his face into her breasts, reinforcing the hypnotic fantasy she'd woven. To him, it was cumfiesta as if he cumfiesta were still tiny Carl, buried in gigantic cumfiesta mandy masses of bosom and pumping into them, and he blabbered cumfiesta incoherently as he came again and again. Angie drove her hypnotized steed relentlessly, and his body responded in total submission to her will. A small teddy bear which had been propped on cumfiesta Angie's pillows fell off unnoticed as she and Carl thrashed in ecstasy. Finally, tired out, Angie stopped cumfiesta Carl, rolling him away to lie beside her on the rumpled bedsheets and crooning, "Rest now, Carl." He obeyed, sighing, closing his eyes contentedly and mandy relaxing into a sated torpor. Smiling cumfiesta, Angie basked for a while cumfiesta mandy in the afterglow cumfiesta. At last she roused herself and rang her bell.
Shortly, Phil Cordero appeared. He mandy'd changed clothes, putting on black cumfiesta trousers and jacket, white shirt, black vest cumfiesta and bow tie. This wasn't the first time cumfiesta Angie had had her cumfiesta daddy play butler, and cumfiesta he had a costume all ready, though he didn cumfiesta't remember buying it and never noticed it in his closet until Angie gave the cumfiesta right suggestion.
"Angie's going to send you home soon, Carl," she told him. "When Angie does, you will not remember cumfiesta coming over here. You cumfiesta will not remember what happened here. Do cumfiesta you understand, Carl?"
"Very cumfiesta good, Carl cumfiesta," Angie said again. "And when you cumfiesta go cumfiesta home tonight, what will happen?"
