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"Now," she went on, "Angie's going belle to put the stone away, with nude you on it, between Angie's breasts. When Angie does this, you will feel yourself enveloped by the brandi softness of Angie's breasts. You will belle see it, smell belle it, taste belle brandi nude it images, and the brandi pleasure will be overpowering bellebrandihandjob. You will let belle brandi nude yourself go, let yourself get lost in belle brandi nude the feeling, lost in the pleasure."

"Yes, Angie," Phil Cordero nude said meekly.

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

"Yes, Angie," Phil belle agreed. "Play butler . . . for Angie and her friend . . . when belle I hear the bell."

Silently, Phil Cordero obeyed, gently shutting the door behind him. In a minute or belle so, Angie belle heard the faint sounds of the television in the belle living room.

Shortly, Phil Cordero appeared. He'd changed clothes, putting on black trousers and jacket, white belle shirt, black vest and bow tie. This wasn't the first belle time Angie had had her daddy play belle butler, and he had a belle costume all ready, though he didn't remember buying it and never noticed it images in his closet until Angie gave the right suggestion.

Finally Angie addressed her belle hypnotized boy toy again.

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"It's time to go home, Carl," she told him. "Daddy's taken care of, so bellebrandihandjob Angie belle will take you out the front brandi door." She giggled bellebrandihandjob. "Angie wouldn't want you to fall, climbing back out the window."

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