"I'm Carl gina," he introduced himself. "I just want gina lamarca to lynn have a little fun with you, Angie baby."

"Grown-up fun, Angie gina baby," he replied smugly lamarca. He advanced on her confidently. "The kind of fun ginalynn you probably don ginalynn't get to have, all shut up in the lynn house like this."

"Not this ginalynn kind image," Carl gina responded. "Let me show you what lamarca you're missing." He grabbed at her, pulling gina her to him roughly for a kiss.

"Very nice," Carl murmured politely ginalynn. He gina was more interested ginalynn in gina her ginalynn boobs than her bauble, but despite himself lynn, his eyes ginalynn began to track gina the shiny object as it swung slowly back and forth.

"Rising. Shrinking. Being . . . pulled toward the stone," Carl mumbled. The world gina seemed to drop away lynn around him, expanding away from him as he soared, weightless, toward the gem dangling at the end of Angie's neck chain gina. The stone loomed image larger, larger. Huge.

"Now you lamarca are resting gina on the stone, a tiny little Carl, firmly held to it, completely relaxed, yes."

"Now," she went on, "Angie gina's gina going to put gina the stone ginalynn away, with you on it, between Angie's breasts. When Angie does this, you will feel yourself enveloped ginalynn by the softness of Angie's breasts. You will see it gina lamarca, smell it, taste it, and the pleasure will be overpowering. You will let yourself lynn go, let yourself get lost in the feeling, lost in the lamarca pleasure."

Angie tucked gina the pendant back into her bosom. Carl gina whimpered as, in his mind, he ginalynn was enveloped by vast masses of soft tit-flesh. He ginalynn was suffocating, smothering, but it was wonderful, wonderful--.

She smiled. She enjoyed controlling her daddy. He lynn'd been one of gina the first people she gina'd tried gina out the pendant on, after she'd gina gotten interested in gina hypnosis ginalynn, and he'd turned out to be a very good ginalynn subject gina. It helped that he gina'd always trusted ginalynn her. She had a lot of fun with him, especially the times she put him 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 secret.

Shortly, Phil Cordero appeared. He'd ginalynn changed clothes, putting on black trousers and jacket, white shirt, black vest and bow tie. This wasn't the gina first time Angie had had her daddy play butler, and he had a costume all ready, though he didn't remember buying it and never gina noticed it in his closet until Angie gave the right suggestion.

"Angie's image going to send you home soon gina lamarca, Carl," she told him. "When Angie does, you will not remember coming over here. You will not remember what happened here. Do you image understand, Carl?"

"Yes, Angie gina," Carl murmured. "You're going ginalynn to gina send me home soon. I will gina not remember coming . . . over here. Not remember . . . what happened gina here."

"And image if image Angie does one of those gina things, what will image you do?"

"It ginalynn's time to go home, Carl," she told him. "Daddy's taken care of, so Angie will take you out the front lamarca door." She gina giggled. "Angie wouldn't want you to fall, climbing back ginalynn out the gina window."

Angie laughed softly. Carl had been such fun.