Angie pulled her blouse off over her head, and Carl shuddered in ecstasy. God, what a rack. Angie didn't naughtyofficesex-naughtyoffice bother with a here bra, and didn't sex need one naughtyofficesex-naughtyoffice.
Carl lost it, squirting helplessly in his pants as his naughtyofficesex-naughtyoffice vision dissolved in naughtyofficesex-naughtyoffice multicolored fireworks. A vague time later naughty, when naughtyofficesex-naughtyoffice he - came back to reality and looked toward Angie's naughtyofficesex-naughtyoffice window again naughty, she was already - in her pajamas. That does it, he decided. Tomorrow, I'm going over there and give that little cock-teaser a taste of real naughtyofficesex-naughtyoffice life.
"What are naughtyofficesex-naughtyoffice you doing in Angie's room?" she crooned naughtyofficesex-naughtyoffice. "Angie didn't invite you."
"Not - this kind," Carl responded. "Let me show naughty you what you're missing." He grabbed office at her, pulling naughtyofficesex-naughtyoffice her to him roughly for naughty a kiss.
Carl struggled and gasped, "Can't stop . . . watching the pretty stone. Shiny. Sparkly. Back and . . . forth."
"Yes," Carl agreed. "Resting on the stone. Tiny little Carl. Firmly held. Relaxed. Yes here." And it was true naughty. Every sense Carl owned told him he was now naughty lying, completely relaxed, on the warm, glittering surface of Angie's magic stone.
"Good sex, Daddy." Angie waved a hand toward the door office. "Go 'way now and watch TV here, Daddy."
Silently, Phil Cordero obeyed, gently shutting sex the door behind him. In a minute or so, Angie naughty heard the faint sounds of the television in the living room sex.
"Yes, Angie," her mindless guest said.
"Yes, ma'am?" he naughty asked.
"Get naughtyofficesex-naughtyoffice Carl and me some sandwiches and soda," she ordered.
"Yes, ma'am." Completely immersed in his butler role, Mr. Cordero turned and marched stiffly away sex. A little while later he naughtyofficesex-naughtyoffice returned with a wheeled tray holding - several big naughtyoffice sandwiches and a couple of cans of Coke. Angie had here him park it next to naughtyofficesex-naughtyoffice her - bed, then naughty sent naughtyofficesex-naughtyoffice him away with the - instructions, "You're tired, Daddy. Put naughty the naughty butler office suit away and go to bed. Go naughty to sleep until morning and forget - all about playing the butler game naughtyofficesex-naughtyoffice. Angie naughtyofficesex-naughtyoffice will see her daddy in the morning naughty."
Angie ate ravenously and naughtyofficesex-naughtyoffice gulped her sex soda, then naughty fed Carl, propping his head up with naughtyofficesex-naughtyoffice one naughty slender arm and bringing the food naughtyofficesex-naughtyoffice to his mouth. He ate and drank mechanically until everything was gone.
Finally naughty Angie addressed her hypnotized boy toy again.
The sexy young hypnotist steered her deeply entranced subject out through her bedroom door, down the naughty hall, down to the naughty first floor and naughty then out the front door. Smiling, she watched as he walked naughty over to his house and went inside.
Carl blinked and yawned. He looked naughty at naughtyofficesex-naughtyoffice the clock in his family's front hall and swore naughtyofficesex-naughtyoffice. Where the hell naughty had the evening gone? He sex'd been planning to office pay weird-girl Angie a visit tonight, but now it naughtyoffice was too late. He naughty felt too tired, anyway.
Maybe tomorrow, he thought naughtyofficesex-naughtyoffice. Yes, tomorrow was soon enough to naughty show Angie Cordero how a real man took charge.
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