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"send own number feature" OFF on her cell phone. She speed Dialed hot Monica. And turned to Amanda. "Amanda, " yes Ma'am. Was the reply. "Speak as though you are not hypnotized, in your normal voice, and tell Monica you made it home safely and black girls are going to bed teen, then say goodnight teen, see hot you Monday black. "Yes black girls, Ma'am," she said in about her normal perky voice hot. Lindsay handed her the phone. She said everything black girls as hotblackteen instructed hot and Monica was none the wiser. She handed the black phone hot back girls to Lindsay. "Queen Lindsay" said

"Um, Amanda, I black girls'm sorry for the mess." She said. "Hey wait black a minute, weren't we going to drop me hotblackteen off at my hot place hot? I'm confused." Said Amanda. "Hmm, that won't do hot, it doesn't please hot Queen Lindsay hotblackteen." said Lindsay. Amanda went back girls into trance, this hotblackteen time deeper than the hot last. To hot be sure Lindsay walked over to her hot. There stood girls the tall, lovely redhead, looking blankly ahead, in about a deeper and more powerful trance then hot the last three or so times she'd been under that night. How far about would Lindsay go?

"Your Goal, Amanda, is for me to take such girls total control that you no longer need to think hot when you are in private with me. It is to just obey, to serve, like a living robot. Waiting for me to tell hot you what to do. When we are black around the other girls you will act hot as black you always have, on the black girls outside, but on hot the inside you will be aching, wishing, needing me to teen hypnotize you because that is how you black feel fulfilled, by being under my power.

She looked black over Amanda: Tall red hair still perfect, flowing. Her skin was flawless, and she always had an expensive manicure and pedicure. She always hotblackteen wore designer hot clothes black,and expensive perfumes. What a bitch teen, she thought to herself, this would be a different experience altogether, she mused.

On weekend mornings I like to be served breakfast in bed. Begin the massage. "Amanda answered "Yes Ma'am, and began. Lindsay hotblackteen was getting drowsy.