"Grown-up fun, Angie baby," he replied smugly girls. He advanced on her confidently. "The kind of fun you black girls probably don't get to have, all shut up in the house like teen this teen."

"Very nice," Carl murmured politely. He was more interested in her boobs than her bauble, but despite himself hot, his eyes began to track the shiny object as black it swung slowly back and forth.

"Now you are resting on the stone, a tiny little Carl, firmly held to it hot, completely relaxed, yes."

"Your body obeys Angie's voice, does whatever Angie says, without thought, without free will, because Angie's magic stone holds your soul now hot."

Carl repeated Angie black girls's black words in a monotone.

"What's happening here?" Phil Cordero was a hot beefy man in his early black fifties hotblackteen, with a shiny bald pate hot over a broad, usually smiling face. He wasn't smiling now. "What's this little creep doing hot in your room, baby?" He didn black't wait for an hotblackteen answer. Instead, he teen lunged at Carl and hot grabbed him by the throat, clenching his other black girls hand into a fist.

"Yes, Angie," Phil Cordero said meekly.

"Angie's hot going to hotblackteen send hotblackteen you home hot soon, Carl," she teen told hot him. "When teen Angie black does girls, you will not remember coming black over here. You black girls will not remember what happened here. Do you understand, Carl?"

"I will forget coming here. I will forget what . . . happened here. I black girls will act hot and hot speak as . . . I always do black, unless you black girls say, 'Angie black girls's magic stone black' or . . . show me the stone. I will think I am thinking just the same . . . as always . . . unless teen Angie black says 'Angie's magic stone' or . . . shows me the stone."

"And if Angie does one of those things, what will you do?"

Maybe tomorrow, he thought. Yes, tomorrow was soon enough black girls to show Angie Cordero how hot a real man took charge.