 She sat on her bed and kicked off ispycameltoe her shoes, a very adult pair of high-heeled white ispycameltoe pumps for someone with ispycameltoe such a childish persona. She ispycameltoe stuck one long leg out and slowly, slowly peeled off a long seamed nylon stocking, then repeated the process with the other leg.
 Carl lost it, squirting helplessly in ispycameltoe his pants as his vision dissolved in ispycameltoe multicolored fireworks ispycameltoe. A vague ispycameltoe time later, when he came back to reality and looked toward Angie's window again ispycameltoe, she was already in ispycameltoe her pajamas ispycameltoe. That does it, he decided. Tomorrow, I'm going over there and give that little cock-teaser a taste of ispycameltoe real life.
 Reaching into her cleavage, Angie drew forth a jeweled pendant attached to a chain around her neck, which Carl ispycameltoe hadn ispycameltoe't noticed she was wearing. "This was Angie's mommy's," she said, letting the gem dangle in front of her breasts, swaying gently. "Isn't it pretty? All ispycameltoe shiny ispycameltoe and sparkly, so nice to look at."
 Carl struggled and gasped, "Can't stop ispycameltoe . . . watching the pretty stone. Shiny. Sparkly ispycameltoe. Back and ispycameltoe . . . forth."
 "Rising. Shrinking. Being . . . pulled toward the stone," Carl ispycameltoe mumbled. The world seemed ispycameltoe to drop away around him ispycameltoe, expanding away from him as he soared, weightless, toward the gem dangling ispycameltoe at the end of Angie's neck chain ispycameltoe. The stone ispycameltoe loomed larger, larger. Huge ispycameltoe.
 "Yes ispycameltoe," Carl ispycameltoe agreed. "Resting on all the stone ispycameltoe. Tiny little Carl. Firmly held. Relaxed. Yes." And it was true. Every sense Carl owned told him ispycameltoe he ispycameltoe was now all lying, completely relaxed, on the warm, glittering surface of Angie's magic stone.
 "Now," she went on, "Angie's going to put the stone away, with you on ispycameltoe it, between Angie ispycameltoe's breasts. When Angie does this ispycameltoe, you will feel yourself enveloped by the softness of Angie's breasts. You will see it ispycameltoe, smell it, taste it ispycameltoe, and the pleasure will be overpowering ispycameltoe. You will let ispycameltoe yourself go, let yourself ispycameltoe get lost in the feeling, lost in the pleasure ispycameltoe."
 "Have sex with Angie," Carl answered with mindless honesty.
 "Daddy, no." Angie cried. "Time out, Daddy."
 "Listen to Angie, Daddy," Angie went ispycameltoe on. "Nothing bad is happening here."
 "Yes, Angie all," Phil agreed. "Play butler . . . for Angie and her friend ispycameltoe . . . when ispycameltoe I ispycameltoe hear the bell."
 Silently, Phil ispycameltoe Cordero obeyed, gently shutting the door behind him. In a minute or ispycameltoe so, Angie heard the faint sounds of the television in the ispycameltoe living room.
 Shortly ispycameltoe, Phil Cordero appeared. He'd changed clothes, putting on black trousers and jacket, white shirt, black ispycameltoe vest ispycameltoe and bow tie. This ispycameltoe wasn ispycameltoe't the first time Angie had had her daddy play butler, and he had a costume all ispycameltoe ready, though he didn't remember buying ispycameltoe it and never noticed it in his closet until Angie gave the right suggestion.
 "Yes, ma'am?" he asked.
 "Very good, Carl," Angie said again. "And ispycameltoe when you go home tonight, what will happen?"
 She'd have to talk it ispycameltoe over with Daddy, of course. But somehow, she didn all't think he'd say ispycameltoe no ispycameltoe to ispycameltoe her.
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