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     Angie had developed quite a reputation around town. After her mother's death two years ago, she'd seemed to lose touch with reality. She gayteenboy'd adopted a weird childlike way of gay talking and started bringing a teddy gayteenboy bear to boy school teen. There'd been a boy couple of fights in jpeg the girls' restroom. Finally, after several students' parents complained, Phil Cordero boy had been forced to take his daughter out of Rasmussen High. Supposedly he was home-schooling her now. Nobody really knew what went on in that gayteenboy house, though boy.
     Angie pulled her blouse off over her gay head, and Carl shuddered gayteenboy in ecstasy. God, what gay a rack! Angie didn't bother with a bra, and didn't need one.
     "I'm boy Carl," he introduced himself. "I teen just want to have a little fun with gay you, Angie baby."
     "Grown-up fun, Angie baby," he replied smugly. He advanced gay on her confidently. "The kind of gay fun you probably don't get to have, all shut up jpeg in the house like this."
     "Not this kind," Carl gay responded. "Let me show you what gayteenboy you're missing." He grabbed at her, pulling her to him roughly for gay a kiss.
     Reaching into her cleavage gay, Angie drew forth a gayteenboy jeweled pendant attached to a chain teen around her neck, which gay Carl hadn't noticed she gayteenboy was wearing. "This was Angie's mommy gayteenboy's," she said, letting the gem dangle in front of her breasts, swaying teen gently. "Isn't it pretty? All gayteenboy shiny and sparkly, so nice to look at."
     "Very nice," Carl murmured politely. He was more interested in her boobs than her bauble gay, but despite himself, his eyes began gay to track the shiny object as it gay swung slowly back gay and forth.
     "Now as you watch Angie's gay magic stone gay," Angie went on, "feel yourself being drawn to it, yes gay, feel yourself rising, shrinking, being pulled toward gay the stone, yes, rising, shrinking, being pulled toward the stone."
     "Nothing bad is . . . happening here gay. . . ."
     She smiled. She gay enjoyed controlling her daddy. He'd been one of gayteenboy the first boy people gay she'd tried out the pendant on, after she'd gotten interested in hypnosis boy, and he'd gayteenboy turned out to be gayteenboy a very good gayteenboy subject gayteenboy. It helped that he'd always trusted her. She had a lot boy of fun with him, especially the times jpeg she put him gay under and made him think she was Mommy. He didn't remember any of it, of course. That was part of the fun, knowing her control was a gay secret.
     "Yes, Angie." The boy obeyed gay, a silly smile spreading over his face. Watching, Angie felt herself heating up. Carl was nicely muscled and handsome, and now rigidly erect, his engorged dick sticking out at a right angle to his body. "Perfect gay," she breathed, "just perfect." She hurried boy out of teen her own clothes.
     Finally Angie addressed her boy hypnotized gay boy toy gayteenboy again gayteenboy.
     "Yes, Angie," Carl gay answered. "Angie's magic stone holds my mind and soul gay. I must do as Angie says gay if Angie gay says, 'Angie's magic stone' or shows me her magic stone. My body is boy a robot which must do as Angie says."
     Carl blinked and yawned. He looked jpeg at the clock gay in gayteenboy his family's gayteenboy front hall and swore. Where the hell had the evening gayteenboy gone? He'd been planning to pay weird-girl Angie a visit tonight, but gayteenboy now it was too late. He felt too teen tired, anyway.