We had been gay tight since gay we were 12--the skinny comic geek and the portly comic geek, dreaming of super powers and loose women. Jeannie had changed gay that our sophomore year of college. Daniel was either unwilling to share me or unable to deal with the fact that I gay was getting laid while he wasn't. Whatever the reason gay, we parted company.
That gay and the beard gay he had been trying gay to grow since he video was 16 had finally come in.
"Huh?" I asked but Angie was approaching the counter .
"Angie was gay in my gaystory psych class before I dropped out gay," he explained, "That's when I discovered she gay was deeply susceptible to hypnosis and gaystory post gay-hypnotic suggestion."
"Very," Daniel smirked.
My doubts were video trumped story when Angie emerged from the gay back room.
"Yes, TurboWhore," continued Angie, "The Scarlet gay Harlot, sexual warrior gay in the fight against gaystory crime. Once an ordinary business woman gay, Angie Carson was bitten by a radioactive prostitute, giving her superhuman fuck powers which she uses to seduce the forces of evil gaystory."
And I had. Well, not the crazy TurboWhore shit, but I'd sported wood for Angie story all through gaystory high gaystory school, which made gaystory her mockery all the gay more humiliating. I had fantasized gay a lot about her before Jeannie. O.K., and a few times since Jeannie. But I was an adult--I should story be over these gaystory adolescent fantasies. It was hard to tell that to story my cock right then, however gaystory.
"What are you evil doers muttering about?" demanded Angie, tottering towards us story with gay all the swagger gaystory she could muster in the ridiculous boots. "Do you truly gay think you can resists my Pleasure gay Powers gay?"
"I ain't taking no fucking Salami Sandwich of Doom. That's stupid."
"See, D-Man." said Angie story, "Even story your evil accomplice is not so evil as to use such gaystory a weapon. Once he has been fucked by TurboWhore gay, he will forsake evil forever."
"Fuck me, TurboWhore. Fuck me as gay hard as you can. You gay'll never make me come video. I'll just think about baseball."
And then Angie Carson, my high school wet dream, sank to her knees before me video, undid my pants story and pulled out my engorged gaystory cock.
"My God, Daniel," I said, "This...this is evil video."
"Well, they say a hypnotized person won't gay do gay anything gay that they really don't gaystory want to do," said Daniel, shrugging.
"Daniel, there story is no gay way that Angie wanted to do that."
"Shit, man, how many girls have you done this to?"
Then Daniel and Angie tossed gay their heads gay back and laughed speedracer gaystory-style. When gay Angie's head came gay back down, her eyes were closed , her face tranquil gaystory.
"Now is the time for you to go gaystory home and go to bed gay. You will not remember why you came here. You will not remember playing gay. Do you understand?"
"You will go about gay your week and not think about me or video Chad or the gaystory comic shop story. You will make sure video that you don't have any plans Tuesday night. Tuesday night is gay Angie's special story time for gay herself."
"No, man. No." I protested. "This is wrong. I...I love Jeannie. I really shouldn't have video stayed here tonight."
"I like her gay the way she is." I said.
"Now just stop it." I protested, but the gaystory image of an emerald green Jeannie was filling my head. Maybe in a tight, torn sweatshirt and gay yellow panties. Oh fuck all mighty.
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