"I'm milfseeker Carl," he milf introduced milfseeker-milfseeker himself. "I milfseeker-milfseeker just milf want milfseeker to have a little fun with you, Angie baby."
Carl grinned. "What'cha got in mind milfseeker, baby?"
"Angie's magic stone," agreed Carl milfseeker-milfseeker.
"Now as you watch Angie milf's magic stone seeker," Angie went on milfseeker-milfseeker, "feel milfseeker-milfseeker yourself being drawn to it, yes, feel yourself rising, shrinking, being pulled toward milfseeker-milfseeker the milfseeker-milfseeker stone, yes, rising, shrinking, being pulled toward the stone."
"Now you - are resting on the stone, a milf tiny little Carl, firmly held to it, completely about relaxed about, yes."
"Carl," she said milfseeker, "you know you'll do anything seeker Angie says, don't you?"
"I will do anything Angie says because . . . Angie's magic stone milfseeker-milfseeker . . . holds my soul now."
"Goody." Angie milf clapped her hands. "Take your clothes off, Carl."
"Yes, Angie," Phil said, already beginning to shed the butler fantasy as he milf turned to leave.
Angie milf ate ravenously and seeker gulped her soda , then fed Carl, propping his milf head up with one milfseeker slender milf arm and - bringing milf the food to his mouth. He ate and drank mechanically until everything was seeker gone about.
Finally Angie addressed her hypnotized boy toy again.
"Yes, Angie." Moving like a about sleepwalker, Carl dressed himself, then stood milfseeker-milfseeker waiting.
Maybe tomorrow, he thought milfseeker-milfseeker. Yes, tomorrow milf was milf soon enough to show Angie milf Cordero how a real man took charge.
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