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     Angie black pulled blackteen her blouse off over images her head, and Carl shuddered in ecstasy. God, what a rack. Angie didn't black bother with a bra, and didn't teen need black one.
     He already had a plan, one black he'd worked out months ago. He'd just never quite worked up the nerve to carry it out. After tonight, though, he just had to go through with it.
     "What are you blackteen doing in Angie's room?" she crooned. "Angie didn't invite you."
     "I'm Carl," he introduced himself. "I just want to have a little fun black with you, Angie baby."
     "Sh-sh-shiny black," Carl mumbled, eyes following the moving stone. Somehow, he seemed to have lost the initiative. "Sparkly . Back teen and forth ." He relaxed, letting his hands fall loosely to his sides black, as he continued to follow black the pendant with his eyes.
     "Now you are resting on black the stone, a black tiny little Carl black, firmly held to it, completely relaxed, yes."
     Angie tucked the pendant black back into her bosom images. Carl whimpered black as, in his mind, he was enveloped by vast masses of blackteen soft tit-flesh. He blackteen was suffocating, smothering , but it was wonderful, wonderful--!
     "You will do anything Angie says because Angie's black magic stone blackteen holds your soul now."
     "Your black body obeys Angie's voice, does whatever Angie blackteen says, without thought, without blackteen free will black, because Angie's magic stone holds your soul now."
     Angie laughed softly and clapped her hands. "Oh, goody. That's just what Angie wants too."
     "Ahem," came black a gruff cough.
     "Yes, Angie," Phil said calmly. "Go back black and watch TV. Forget I came . . . in here. Forget what happened . . . in here. Watch teen TV and . . . relax. Don't images pay attention to anything I black hear . . . from teen your room . . . except the bell."
     "Yes, Angie," Phil agreed. "Play butler . . . for Angie black and black her black friend . . . when I hear the bell."
     Silently blackteen, Phil blackteen Cordero obeyed, gently shutting the black door behind him. In images a minute or so, Angie heard the faint sounds of the television in the living room black.
     Carl black was still standing there, blank-eyed, waiting for his next command. She addressed him: "Carl, do you still teen want to have black sex images with black Angie teen?"
     "Yes, Angie," Carl answered. "Angie's magic blackteen stone holds my mind and soul. I must do as Angie says if Angie says, 'Angie's magic stone' or shows me her magic stone. My black body is a robot which must do as Angie black says."
     Angie laughed softly. Carl had been black such fun.