He already had a plan, one he'd redhead 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 busty it busty.

"What are you doing in Angie's room?" she image crooned. "Angie didn't invite you."

"I'm Carl," he introduced image himself. "I just want to have image a little fun with you, Angie blowjob baby."

Angie smiled. "Angie has fun," she answered. "Lots and lots of fun."

"It's hard to redhead look away, isn't it bustyredheadblowjob, Carl? So hard to look away. It's so pretty, so shiny and sparkly. You can't look busty away from the pretty stone, can't stop following it bustyredheadblowjob with your eyes as it swings back and forth, shiny busty, sparkly, back and forth, back and forth. Try to stop following it with your eyes redhead, shiny, sparkly, back and forth ; you can't redhead, can you, Carl busty?"

"Rising. Shrinking. Being . . . pulled toward blowjob the stone," Carl busty mumbled. The world seemed to drop away around him redhead, expanding away busty from him as he soared, weightless, toward the gem dangling at the end of Angie's neck busty chain. The stone loomed redhead larger, larger. Huge.

"Ahem," came a gruff cough.

"Yes, Angie," Phil said, already beginning to shed the butler fantasy as he turned to leave.

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

Angie laughed softly busty. Carl bustyredheadblowjob had been such fun.