"That's good," Angie crooned. "It's hot nice to watch, isn't it, as it swings back hotasiancherry and forth? So pretty as it catches the light, shiny, sparkly. Angie likes to watch it swing hot, shiny hot, sparkly, back asian and forth. You like it too, don't you, Carl, shiny, sparkly, back and forth. Yes you do, Angie knows, shiny hot, sparkly, back and hot forth."
"Now as you watch Angie's magic stone," Angie went on, "feel yourself being drawn to it, yes, feel yourself rising hotasiancherry, shrinking, being pulled toward hotasiancherry the stone, yes, rising, shrinking, being pulled toward the stone."
"Now," she went on, "Angie's pictures going to put the stone away, with you on it, between Angie's breasts. When Angie hotasiancherry does pictures this, you will feel yourself enveloped by the softness of Angie hot's breasts. You will see it, smell hot it hot, taste it, and the hot pleasure will be overpowering pictures. You will hot let yourself go asian, let yourself get lost in the feeling, lost in the pleasure."
"Carl," she said, "you know you'll do anything Angie cherry says, don't you?"
"Now Carl," Angie hot asked playfully, "what did you come to Angie asian's room to do?"
"Nothing bad is . . . happening here. . . ."
"Yes, Angie hot," Phil said calmly. "Go back and watch TV. Forget I came . . . in hotasiancherry here. Forget what happened . . . in here hot. Watch TV and . . . relax hot. Don't pay attention to asian anything I hear . . . from your room hotasiancherry . . . except the bell."
"Yes, Angie," Phil agreed. "Play hot butler . . . for Angie and her friend . . . when I hear the bell."
She smiled. She enjoyed hotasiancherry controlling her daddy hotasiancherry. He'd been one of the hot first people she'd tried out the pendant on, after pictures she'd gotten interested in hot hypnosis, and he hot'd turned pictures out to be a hot very good subject. It helped that he'd hot always hot trusted her. She had a asian lot hotasiancherry of fun with him, especially the hot times she put him under and made him think she hot was Mommy. He didn't remember any of it, of course. That was part of the fun, knowing her control was a secret.
"Get Carl and me some sandwiches and soda," she ordered.
"Yes pictures, Angie," Carl cherry answered hot. "Angie's magic stone holds my mind and cherry soul. I must do as hot Angie says hot if Angie says hot, 'Angie's magic cherry stone' or shows me her magic stone. My body is a robot hotasiancherry which must do as Angie says."
"I will forget coming asian here. I will forget what . . . happened here hotasiancherry. I will act and speak as . . . I always do hot, unless you say, 'Angie's magic stone' or . . . show me the hot stone. I will think I hot am thinking just the same asian . . . as hot always . . . unless Angie says 'Angie's hot magic hotasiancherry stone' or . . . shows me the stone."
The sexy young hypnotist steered her deeply entranced subject out through her bedroom door, down hot the hall, down to the first floor and then out the front door. Smiling, she watched as he walked hotasiancherry over to his hot house and went hot inside.
She'd have to talk it over with Daddy, of hot course. But hotasiancherry somehow hot, she didn't think he'd say no to her.
Carl blinked and yawned hot. He looked hot at the clock in his family's front hall and swore hotasiancherry. Where the hell had the evening gone? He'd been planning to pay hot weird-girl Angie a visit hot tonight, but now it was too late. He felt too tired, anyway.
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