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"Rising. Shrinking. Being . . . pulled toward the stone," Carl mumbled. The world seemed to drop away ceeellemyfriendshotmomsex around him, expanding away from him as he soared, weightless, toward elle the gem dangling elle at cee the elle end of Angie indian sex photo's neck chain. The stone loomed larger, larger. Huge.

Angie passed her free sex hand quickly in front of Carl's eyes. He didn ceeellemyfriendshotmomsex't blink cee. He didn't even notice. She giggled. Carl was under her power, completely lost in the world she had made cee for him.

Angie rummaged through her bedside table and brought out a little bell. She rang ceeellemyfriendshotmomsex it once and access said, "Go indian back sex and watch TV, Daddy. Forget you came in here. Forget indian sex photo what happened in here. Watch indian sex photo TV cee, and relax. Don't pay cee attention to any sounds you hear coming from Angie's room, except," another cee little ring, "this bell elle. Do you understand what Angie wants, Daddy ceeellemyfriendshotmomsex?"

"When you hear the bell, it means Angie wants you to come play ceeellemyfriendshotmomsex butler cee. You cee will come to Angie's room and play butler for Angie and her friend when sex you hear the indian sex photo bell access."

"Good, Daddy." Angie waved a hand toward cee the door. "Go ceeellemyfriendshotmomsex 'way now and indian sex photo watch TV, Daddy."

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"Yes, Angie." The boy obeyed, a silly smile spreading over his face. Watching, Angie felt herself heating up. Carl was nicely cee muscled and handsome, and cee now rigidly erect elle, his engorged dick sticking indian sex photo out at elle a right angle to his body. "Perfect," she breathed, "just perfect." She hurried indian sex photo out of her cee own photo clothes.

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