Angie milf hadn't seen him. She was off to one jackie side, singing softly to herself as she teased her hair in front of milfhunterjackie a milf mirror on top of a dresser. The noise images he made climbing in caught her attention, though, and milf she spun jackie toward him with milf a little gasp milfhunterjackie.
"That's good," Angie crooned. "It's nice to watch, isn't it, as it swings back and forth? So pretty as it catches the light, shiny, sparkly. Angie likes milf to watch it swing milf, shiny, sparkly milf, back and forth. You like it too, don milfhunterjackie't images you, Carl, shiny, sparkly, back and milfhunterjackie forth. Yes you do, Angie knows, shiny, sparkly milf, back and forth."
"Angie's magic stone," agreed Carl.
Angie brought her hands up, massaging milf her milf breasts together around the pendant. Helpless, Carl squealed milf and milf came, once, twice. Finally, Angie brought her hands down and images addressed her hypnotized visitor hunter.
"Carl," she milfhunterjackie said, "you know you hunter'll do anything Angie says, don't you milfhunterjackie?"
"Yes," Carl said. "Anything Angie says."
"Daddy, no." Angie cried. "Time out, Daddy."
"Let milfhunterjackie go of him, Daddy," Angie commanded her father. He obeyed milf, and let his menacing fist drop as well. He stood silent, head drooping jackie.
Angie rummaged milfhunterjackie through her bedside table milf and milf brought milf out a little bell. She milfhunterjackie rang it milf once and jackie said, "Go back and watch TV jackie, Daddy images. Forget you came in here images. Forget what happened in here. Watch TV, and relax. Don't pay attention to any milf sounds you hear coming from Angie's room, except," another little ring milfhunterjackie, "this bell. Do you understand what Angie wants, Daddy?"
She smiled. She milf enjoyed controlling her milfhunterjackie daddy. He hunter'd been milf one of the first people she'd tried out milf the pendant on, after she'd gotten interested in hypnosis, and he'd turned out to be a very good subject milfhunterjackie. It helped that he'd always trusted her. She had a lot of fun with him, especially the times she put him under and milfhunterjackie made him think she was Mommy. He didn't remember any of images it, of course. That was part of the fun, knowing her control milf was a secret.
"Goody." Angie clapped her hands. "Take your images clothes off, Carl."
Shortly, Phil Cordero appeared. He'd changed clothes, putting on milf black trousers and jacket, white milf shirt, black vest and bow milf tie. This wasn't the milfhunterjackie first time images Angie had had milf her daddy play butler, and he had a costume all ready, though he didn't remember buying it and never noticed it in his closet milf until Angie gave the right suggestion.
"Yes, ma'am?" he asked milf.
"Angie's jackie going to send you home soon, Carl," she told hunter him. "When Angie does, you images will not remember coming over here images. You will not remember what happened here. Do you understand, Carl?"
"Good milf boy, Carl," Angie praised him. She pulled the pendant out and held milf it before Carl's face milfhunterjackie; his jackie eyes widened and locked milfhunterjackie on milf immediately. "The memory milf of what milf happened here milf will stay here with Angie's magic milf stone milf, the magic milf stone which milf holds your soul safe for Angie. Do you understand?"
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