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There she goes again, Carl thought, eyeing a well -lit hisfirsthugecock second-floor window of the Cordero house. Clearly outlined against the light was the well-developed body of Angie Cordero as she peeled out of hisfirsthugecock her clothes to get ready for bed.
"Now hisfirsthugecock as you watch Angie's hisfirsthugecock magic stone," Angie went hisfirsthugecock on, "feel yourself being drawn to it, yes, feel yourself rising, shrinking, being pulled hisfirsthugecock toward the stone, yes hisfirsthugecock, rising, shrinking, being pulled toward hisfirsthugecock the stone."
"Carl," she said, "you know you'll hisfirsthugecock do anything Angie says, don't you?"
Carl repeated Angie's words in a monotone.
"What's happening here?" Phil Cordero was a beefy man in his early fifties, with a shiny bald pate over a broad, usually smiling face. He wasn't smiling now. "What hisfirsthugecock's this little creep doing in your room, baby hisfirsthugecock?" He didn't wait for an answer. Instead, he lunged at Carl and grabbed him hisfirsthugecock by the throat, clenching his other hand into a fist hisfirsthugecock.
Mr hisfirsthugecock. Cordero froze. Angie smiled; her daddy's hisfirsthugecock trigger phrase had hisfirsthugecock worked like magic hisfirsthugecock, just as it hisfirsthugecock always hisfirsthugecock did.
"Can you hear me, Daddy?"
"Let go of him hisfirsthugecock, Daddy," Angie commanded her hisfirsthugecock father. He obeyed, and let hisfirsthugecock his menacing fist drop as well hisfirsthugecock. He stood silent, head drooping.
Angie rummaged through her bedside table and brought out a little hisfirsthugecock bell. She rang it once hisfirsthugecock and said, "Go hisfirsthugecock back and watch hisfirsthugecock TV, Daddy. Forget you came in here. Forget hisfirsthugecock what happened in hisfirsthugecock here. Watch TV, and relax. Don't pay attention to any sounds you hear coming from Angie's room, except," another little ring, "this bell hisfirsthugecock. Do you understand what Angie wants , Daddy?"
"Yes, ma'am." Completely immersed in hisfirsthugecock his butler role, Mr. Cordero turned and hisfirsthugecock marched stiffly away. A little hisfirsthugecock while later he returned with a wheeled tray holding several big sandwiches and a couple of cans of Coke. Angie had him park it next hisfirsthugecock to her hisfirsthugecock bed, then sent him away with the instructions, "You're tired, Daddy hisfirsthugecock. Put the butler suit hisfirsthugecock away and go to bed hisfirsthugecock. Go to sleep until morning and forget all about hisfirsthugecock playing the butler game. Angie will see her daddy in the hisfirsthugecock morning."
"I will do . . . whatever you say after hisfirsthugecock that."
She'd have to talk hisfirsthugecock it hisfirsthugecock over with Daddy, of course. But somehow, she didn't think he'd say no to her.