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A few week later, the mysterious mind-controller decided to call his most recent project, to see how she was doing. He called, and called her cell phone, over, and over, but always got the same recorded message. He decided to unzip his pants and start stroking his swollen shaft as he tried calling her one more time:
"Hi baby, this is Jilnar. I'm afraid I'm busy being fucked or gangbanged at the moment. Mmmmm... But if you can leave your name, number and a descriptive message of all the nasty things you, and all your horny friends, want to do to me. I promise I will call you back as soon as I am able. Love you!"
"Well, at least she's keeping herself busy," moaned the mind-controller, pleasurably, as he shot a massive, sticky load of semen, all over the arrangement of autographed Jilnar Jardaly pictures, he'd laid out in front of him.
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