He already had a spy plan , one he'd worked spy out months ago. He'd spy just never quite worked up the nerve to carry it out. After about tonight, though, he spy just had to go through with it!
After supper the next evening, he waited until his parents spycams were spy planted in spycams front of the spycams tube and then sneaked out of spy the house. He looked up at Angie spy's window--yes, it about was open--then climbed up the big tree by spycams the fence in his spy family's yard. It had a thick branch that projected into Angie's yard, extending cams quite near her spycams window. Carl spy worked along that branch carefully, then spycams swung over and climbed into Angie about's bedroom spy.
"What spy are you doing in Angie's room?" she crooned. "Angie spy didn't invite you spycams."
"Very nice ," Carl murmured politely. He was more interested spy in her boobs than her bauble, but despite himself spy, his eyes began to track the shiny cams object as it swung slowly back spy and forth.
"Sh-sh-shiny," Carl spy mumbled, eyes following the moving spy stone. Somehow, he seemed to have lost the initiative. "Sparkly. Back and forth spy." He relaxed, letting his hands fall loosely to his sides about, as he continued to follow the pendant with his eyes.
Carl struggled spy and gasped, "Can't stop . . . watching the pretty stone. Shiny. Sparkly. Back and spycams . . . forth."
She smiled spy. She enjoyed controlling her spy daddy. He 'd been one of spy the first people she about'd tried out the pendant spy on, after she'd gotten interested in spy hypnosis about, and he'd turned out to be a very good spy subject. It helped that he spy'd always trusted her. She had a lot of fun with him, especially the times spy she put him under and made him think she was Mommy. He spy didn't remember any of it spy, of spycams course. That was part of the fun, knowing spy her control was a secret.
"Yes spycams, ma'am." Completely immersed in his butler role, Mr. Cordero spy turned and marched stiffly away. A little while later he returned with a wheeled tray holding several big sandwiches about and a couple of cans of Coke. Angie had him park it next to her bed, then sent him away with the instructions spy, "You're tired, Daddy. Put spy the butler suit away and go to bed. Go to sleep until about morning and forget all about playing the spy butler game. Angie will see spycams her daddy in the morning."
"Yes, Angie," Phil said, already beginning to shed the butler fantasy as he turned to leave.
"When you go home, you will act and speak as you always do about. You will think everything is just the same. Even though spy your mind is spy here with Angie's magic stone, it will seem as if you spycams are thinking just spy the same as always. But if you ever hear spy Angie say the words 'Angie's magic stone,' you spy will do spy whatever spy Angie says spycams after that. And if Angie ever shows you her magic stone, you spy will do whatever Angie spy says. Because Angie's magic stone holds your mind and soul now, and spy you must do as spy Angie says spycams. Your body is just a robot, and must do as Angie says, because spy Angie's magic stone holds spy your mind spy and soul now. That spy's true, isn't it, Carl?"
She spycams'd have spy to cams talk it over with Daddy, of spy course. But spy somehow, she didn't think he'd say no to her spy.
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