There she realitykings goes reality again reality, Carl thought, eyeing a well-lit second-floor window of the Cordero realitykings house. Clearly reality outlined realitykings against the light was the well reality-developed body of Angie Cordero as she peeled out of her clothes to get ready for bed.
Carl lost it reality, squirting helplessly in his pants as his vision dissolved in multicolored fireworks. A reality vague reality time kings later, when he came back to reality and looked toward Angie's window again, she was already in her pajamas. That reality does it, he decided. Tomorrow realitykings, I'm going over there and give that little video cock-teaser a taste of real life reality.
After reality supper realitykings the next evening, he waited reality until his parents were planted in front of the tube and reality then sneaked out of the house. He reality looked up at Angie's window--yes, it realitykings was open--then climbed reality up the big tree by the fence in his video family 's yard. It had a thick branch that projected reality into Angie video's yard, extending quite near reality her window. Carl worked along that branch carefully reality, then swung over and climbed into realitykings Angie's bedroom reality.
"What are you doing in Angie's room?" she crooned reality. "Angie didn't invite you."
"What kind of fun?" the girl asked, blue eyes wide in video a baby-doll face reality under a reality curly mop of black hair.
"Sh-sh reality-shiny," Carl mumbled, eyes following the moving stone reality. Somehow realitykings, he seemed reality to reality have lost the kings initiative. "Sparkly. Back and reality forth." He relaxed reality, letting his hands fall loosely to his sides, as video he continued reality to follow the pendant with his eyes.
"Your body obeys Angie's voice, does whatever Angie kings says, without thought, without free will, because Angie's magic stone holds realitykings your soul reality now."
"Now Carl ," Angie asked kings playfully, "what did you come to kings Angie's room to do?"
"Can you hear me, Daddy?"
"Listen to Angie reality, Daddy ," Angie went on video. "Nothing bad is happening here."
"When reality you hear realitykings the bell, it means Angie wants you video to reality come play butler. You will reality come to Angie's reality room and play butler reality for reality Angie and her friend when you hear the realitykings bell."
"Good, Daddy." Angie waved a hand toward the door. "Go reality 'way now and watch TV, Daddy."
"Yes, Angie." The boy reality obeyed, a silly smile spreading over his face reality. Watching, Angie reality felt herself heating reality up. Carl was nicely muscled and handsome, and now rigidly erect, his reality engorged dick sticking out at a right angle to reality his body reality. "Perfect," she breathed, "just perfect." She hurried out of her reality own clothes.
Shortly, Phil Cordero appeared. He'd changed realitykings clothes, putting on black trousers and jacket, white shirt, black vest and bow tie. This reality wasn't realitykings the reality first time Angie had had her daddy play butler, and reality he had a costume all ready, though realitykings he didn't remember buying it and never reality noticed it reality in his closet until Angie gave the right suggestion.
"Get Carl and me some sandwiches and soda," she ordered.
"Yes, Angie."
"Yes, Angie," Carl answered. "Angie's magic stone holds my mind and reality soul. I must do as Angie says if Angie says , 'Angie's magic stone' or shows me her magic stone. My body is reality a robot which must realitykings do as Angie says reality."
"And if Angie does one of those things reality, what will realitykings you do realitykings?"
"I reality will kings do . . . whatever you say after that."
Satisfied, Angie reality said, "Very good, Carl. Get dressed now."
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