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Carl grinned. "What'cha got in mind swingers, baby?"
"Very nice swingers," Carl murmured politely. He was more interested in her boobs than her bauble, but despite himself, his eyes began to track the shiny object as it swung slowly back and forth.
"Sh-sh-shiny," Carl mumbled, eyes following the moving stone. Somehow, he seemed to nakedswingersatrookieswingers have lost the initiative. "Sparkly naked. Back and nakedswingersatrookieswingers forth." He relaxed, letting his hands fall naked loosely to his sides, as he continued to follow at the pendant with nakedswingersatrookieswingers his eyes.
"It's hard nakedswingersatrookieswingers to look away, isn't it, Carl? So hard to look away. It's so pretty, so shiny and sparkly. You nakedswingersatrookieswingers can't look away from the pretty stone, can't stop following it with your eyes as it swings at back and naked forth nakedswingersatrookieswingers, shiny, sparkly swingers, back and forth, back and forth. Try nakedswingersatrookieswingers to stop following naked it with your eyes, shiny, sparkly, back and forth; you can't, can you, Carl?"
"Let go videos of him, Daddy nakedswingersatrookieswingers," Angie commanded her father. He obeyed, and let his menacing fist drop as well. He stood silent, head drooping.
"Yes, Angie," Phil said calmly. "Go videos back and watch TV. Forget I came . . . in here. Forget what nakedswingersatrookieswingers happened . . . in here. Watch TV and . . . relax. Don naked't pay attention to anything I hear . . . from your room . . . except the bell."
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"Good, Daddy." Angie waved a hand toward the door. "Go 'way naked now and watch TV, Daddy."
Carl at was still standing there at, blank-eyed videos, waiting for his next command. She addressed him: "Carl, do you still want to have sex swingers with Angie?"
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"Good at boy, Carl," Angie praised naked him. She pulled the pendant out and naked held at it before nakedswingersatrookieswingers Carl's face rookie; his eyes videos widened and locked on immediately. "The memory videos of what happened here will stay here with Angie's magic stone, the magic stone which holds your soul safe for Angie nakedswingersatrookieswingers. Do you understand?"
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