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Mind-Control Panties Story Twelve: Virgin Cherry Delight By mypenname3000 Copyright 2019 Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this! The music pulsing through the house stirred the figure's ancient soul. Though the music was modern, made with electronics and possessing alien sounds, the beat it created was primal. Something passed down and down and down through the generations of men from dim antiquity. The figure wanted to dance. To revel in the music and to indulge in the hormones permeating the room. The figure was crashing a college house party. College students flocked around, drinking beer and smoking marijuana. The sour-sweet tang of the drug mixed with the sugary aroma of wine coolers. They laughed. Cheered. It passed a pair of girls making out in the living room, stripped down to their bras. This was the perfect place to leave its newest creation. It held in its hand a dainty and pristine pair of Big Tits panties. Something cut for a schoolgirl to wear, full of all that virginal promise. A band of white lace encircled it and it had two words written in the brightest, reddest color: Cherry Tart. The figure fought the surge to watch the two girls kissing. They were doing it willingly, mostly. One was stoned and the other almost drunk, but it wasn't from its magic. It wasn't the same as twisting and turning and molding girls into new beings. To indian show them different delights. The girl upstairs, its target, had experienced so many of them already. With effort, it dragged itself away and slipped up the stairs, ignored by the college youths moving up and down. They didn't give the asses figure another glance. It was nonde***********. Alien but unremarkable. They twisted their bodies to let it pass, not breaking their conversations or looking up from their phones. On the second floor, the sounds of sex and shouting grew louder and louder. Boys were cheering. His face trembled in fear, not just from the severity of the situation, but also from the thought of what might happen if he released the occupant of asses the only Poké Ball he had on him. “Oh, Master, before we unpause time, can I have fun with indian my toy?” Antoine stammered. “Now why don’t you take your clothes off and let me have a proper look at you.” He knew it wasn’t healthy to obsess over Nicole and imagine her with other guys like this, but he couldn’t help himself. He liked to pretend he wasn't as much of a nerd as he was, acting like an idiot to hide how smart he was. Ten minutes later Dawn crawled out of the room and said, "Its ready mistress." God, it smelled good. The trousers, you know. I blushed. My daughter's tongue fluttered across Big Tits the tip of my dick. It was that part that made her submit to him and made her happily and comfortably call him Master. “Do you think I’m attractive?” Mrs. Fox asked, not out of insecurity but in the same confident tone like she already knew the answer. Eventually the trio is finished.