"Yes," Carl agreed. "Resting on the stone. Tiny little Carl. Firmly held. Relaxed. Yes." And it was true. Every sense Carl owned amatuer told him he amatuer was now amatuer lying, completely relaxed, on the warm, glittering surface of enter Angie's magic stone.

Angie tucked the pendant back into her bosom. Carl whimpered as, in his mind, he was enveloped by vast masses of soft tit-flesh. He was suffocating, smothering, but it amatuerorgies was enter wonderful amatuer, wonderful--!

"I will do amatuer anything Angie says because . . . Angie's magic stone . . . holds my soul now."

Mr. Cordero amatuerorgies froze. Angie orgy smiled amatuer; her orgies daddy's trigger phrase had amatuer worked like magic, just amatuerorgies as it amatuerorgies always did.

"Goody." Angie clapped her hands. "Take your clothes ebony orgy off, Carl."

"Yes, ma'am." Completely immersed in his butler role amatuerorgies, Mr. Cordero turned and marched stiffly away. A little while amatuer later he returned with a wheeled tray holding several big sandwiches and a couple of cans of Coke. Angie had him amatuer park it next to her bed, then sent ebony orgy him away with the instructions, "You're amatuer tired, Daddy. Put amatuerorgies the butler suit away and go to bed. Go to sleep until morning and forget amatuer all about orgies playing the butler game amatuerorgies. Angie will see her daddy in the morning."

"Yes, Angie amatuerorgies," Carl answered. "Angie's magic stone holds my mind and soul. I must do as Angie says if Angie says, 'Angie's amatuer magic stone' or shows me her magic stone. My amatuer body is a robot which must amatuerorgies do as Angie says ebony."

"Very good, Carl," Angie said again enter. "And when you enter go home tonight, what will happen?"