Slut Angie Baby Slut

     Carl Pomerance and his family lived next door to slutseeker the Corderos . Carl's own bedroom window faced slutseeker Angie seeker's, giving access him a perfect view when slut his sexy neighbor decided slut to undress access with the curtains open.
     Angie pulled her blouse off over her head, and Carl shuddered slutseeker in ecstasy. God, what a rack! Angie didn't bother slut with a bra, and didn't need one.
     "Grown-up fun, Angie baby," he replied smugly. He slut advanced slutseeker on her confidently. "The kind of access fun you probably don't get to slut have, all shut slut up in the house slut like slutseeker this."
     Angie broke loose after a moment. Carl tensed, afraid she slut might scream. Instead, she smiled slutseeker and said access, "That was nice seeker. Now Carl, let Angie show you something too."
     "Angie's magic stone," agreed Carl.
     Angie passed her slut free hand slutseeker quickly in access front of Carl's eyes . He didn't blink. He didn't even notice. She giggled. Carl was under her power, completely lost in the world she had made for him.
     "Now," she went on, "Angie's going to put the stone away, with you on it, between Angie's breasts. When Angie does this, you will feel yourself enveloped by the softness seeker of Angie's breasts. You will see it, smell it, taste it, and the pleasure will be overpowering slut. You will let yourself access go, let yourself seeker get lost in the feeling, lost in the pleasure slutseeker."
     "Carl," she slutseeker said, "you know you'll do anything Angie slut says slut, don't you?"
     "You will do anything Angie says because slutseeker Angie's magic stone holds your soul now."
     "Nothing bad is . . . happening here. . . ."
     "Yes, Angie," Phil said calmly. "Go back and watch TV. Forget I came . . . in here slut. Forget what slut happened . . . in here. Watch TV and . . . relax. Don't pay attention to anything I hear . . . from your room . . . except the bell."
     "Yes slut, ma access'am slut." Completely slutseeker immersed in his butler slutseeker role, Mr. Cordero turned and marched stiffly away. A little while slut later he returned with slutseeker a wheeled tray holding several big sandwiches and a couple of cans of slut Coke. Angie had him park it next to her bed, then sent him away with the instructions, "You're tired, Daddy slut. Put slut the butler suit away slut and go slut to bed. Go to sleep until morning and forget all about playing the slut butler game. Angie will see slut her slut daddy in the morning."
     "Yes, Angie," Phil said, already beginning to shed the butler fantasy slutseeker as he slut turned slut to leave.
     Angie ate ravenously and gulped her soda , then fed Carl, propping his head up with one slender arm and slut bringing slut the food to his mouth. He ate and drank slutseeker mechanically until everything was gone.
     "Yes seeker, Angie."
     "It's time to go home, Carl," she slut told him slut. "Daddy's taken care of slut, so Angie will slut take you out the front door slutseeker." She giggled. "Angie wouldn't want you to fall, climbing back slut out the window."
     Angie laughed slut softly. Carl had been slutseeker such fun!