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But as they had fallen asleep in her bed, her caressing his hair, another buttplug stuffed up his ass, forcing him to hold her cum deep within him she had whispered softly that she was expecting a visit from family tomorrow… Her two sisters, to be specific. Mind-Control Panties Story Eight: Hot & Naughty Bitch By mypenname3000 Copyright 2019 Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this! teen The figure entered a store it had never been in. Or, to say, it was the type of store it had never ventured into before. It wasn't the sort of place that young girls shopped at. Nor was it even a place that people typically went to to find clothing. It was a gaming store. The place tingled its senses. The air hummed with probability, chance, and wagers. The possibility sent a rush adorable through its veins. If it hadn't found this new high of mind control, it would be tempted to see what sort of mischief it could get up to in here. None of the customers, almost entirely male, noticed its presence as it ghosted between the shelves covered in fanciful products. Everything from role-playing game books to miniature war game figures abounded. The shelves were stocked with all manner of dice and rulers and paints and card sleeves and a host of other items the figure had never encountered before. It almost overwhelmed its senses, but it remembered its mission. Clutched in small tits the figure's hand was a special pair of panties. It was cut narrower than other ones it had dropped off, almost a thong save it spread into a triangular patch of cloth teens at the back with enough room for two words to be written: Wild Bitch. Printed in scarlet letters, the phrase contrasted with the light-blue polyester/cotton blend. With a flick, it tossed its creation onto a box of war game miniatures, the models on the cover all brandishing futuristic weapons. The panties were out of place. They should be noticed. Only its destined owner would. With a alluring final groan, the figure slipped away with nondescript ease through the fanboys browsing the wares. It passed by guys excited at what they'd discovered, exulting in pulling a rare card out of a booster pack or at finding the last box of a set of miniatures. As the figure stepped out, a young man stepped in. Eric Mitchels had a put-on look on his youthful face. The nineteen-year-old boy was tall with a runners build. He looked athletic and more put together look than the usual clientele that shopped here. He wore a tight tank top made of some futuristic fabric that hugged his torso and a pair of running shorts. She fluttered. teens She takes a couple of just him. Having fantasized about girls this age for years, his son may have provided the opportunity to gain some first hand . . . Charlie kissed her small tits with his mouth open and their tongues slithered through a long, slow dance. I guess I love her, but I have no intention of marrying teen her. John and his Dogs rubbed his temple for alluring a few more seconds and he smiled and turned around to see Elena. Derrick ambled over to the cart, then to Casey’s face. Even now, the thought of May still gave me the warm fuzzies and made me smile. I leaned back against a table and my hands moved to the back of her head, coaxing her to take more of me in as a felt the sensations spread all adorable across my body. Now we had to figure out how to dance our way back to the booth without exposing ourselves. When I told Matt he started laughing too.