 Wendy got into the fuckthebabysitter car fuckthebabysitter and unlocked the passenger side fuckthebabysitter door fuckthebabysitter. Guy got in and looked over at her trying fuckthebabysitter to fuckthebabysitter decide fuckthebabysitter when he fuckthebabysitter should say the trigger phrase.
 Guy kept eye contact with fuckthebabysitter her. For about half a fuckthebabysitter second fuckthebabysitter he fuckthebabysitter feared it wasn't going to work fuckthebabysitter. Then fuckthebabysitter, Wendy's face went blank as her eyelids slowly fell fuckthebabysitter closed and her smile relaxed. Her arms went limp and fuckthebabysitter began sliding off the steering wheel fuckthebabysitter. Her right hand fell first, landing on the fuckthebabysitter emergency brake. Her fuckthebabysitter left hand fell about two seconds later fuckthebabysitter, brushing against the driver's door. Her body sunk fuckthebabysitter in fuckthebabysitter to the seat, her lips parted fuckthebabysitter and her knees bent slightly fuckthebabysitter. Finally all was still.
 'My God,' Guy fuckthebabysitter thought fuckthebabysitter, 'it actually works.'
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 "When fuckthebabysitter you wake fuckthebabysitter up, you will feel extremely aroused . You will kiss me, and in fuckthebabysitter that fuckthebabysitter kiss you will feel fuckthebabysitter a burning in your loins. A fire will kindle fuckthebabysitter and you will lose your inhibitions. Do you understand fuckthebabysitter?"
 Time was getting the fuckthebabysitter best of fuckthebabysitter him fuckthebabysitter. Much longer and fuckthebabysitter Wendy would notice fuckthebabysitter how late she was getting home.
 Guy thought about how fuckthebabysitter to best go about this. He obviously fuckthebabysitter needed to go fuckthebabysitter through fuckthebabysitter all the breathing motions again, but when? He might even want to read fuckthebabysitter scripts to strengthen fuckthebabysitter it. But that would take a large fuckthebabysitter chunk of time. He certainly wouldn fuckthebabysitter't be able to do it at all his place. He could probably ask Wendy what her schedule was like. It fuckthebabysitter wasn't like the questions were fuckthebabysitter really deep or personal.
 "Between fuckthebabysitter 5:00 and 6:00 fuckthebabysitter."
 "So, what kind of fuckthebabysitter music do you listen to?" Guy asked.
 Guy waited fuckthebabysitter a few moments and fuckthebabysitter then continued, "You fuckthebabysitter know fuckthebabysitter it is not fuckthebabysitter fair, you have seen my house, but I haven't got to see yours yet. I got all an idea. Why don't you fuckthebabysitter take me by your place so that I can see your house? While we are fuckthebabysitter there we can fuckthebabysitter go in and fuckthebabysitter I can look at your CD collection. That would be easier than naming every band you like."
 Guy said in a disappointed voice fuckthebabysitter, "Well... OK. I guess fuckthebabysitter I don't have to see your CD collection. But fuckthebabysitter we can still go by your place fuckthebabysitter, right?"
 "Yeah fuckthebabysitter, a little," she replied calmly.
 She thought for a minute. "I guess so."
 They entered the first floor. To Guy fuckthebabysitter's left, stood a couch and a fuckthebabysitter sofa chair surrounding a large screen TV in the corner of the room. To his immediate fuckthebabysitter right, a fuckthebabysitter wall extended down the length of the house forming a fuckthebabysitter hallway at the other end of the room. On fuckthebabysitter the fuckthebabysitter wall were several doors.
 After about three min, Wendy tried to yawn. As on the bus, Guy made sure not to fuckthebabysitter let her get a good breath of air. He then continued breathing into her mouth.
 About two minutes later all, the fourth yawn came. Wendy fuckthebabysitter gave no resistance this time fuckthebabysitter. Afterwards, she fuckthebabysitter exhaled fuckthebabysitter the contents fuckthebabysitter of her lungs slowly. Her breathing fuckthebabysitter became fuckthebabysitter very light fuckthebabysitter and very all short. So light fuckthebabysitter in fact, that it was hard to detect, aside from the warmth her breath created fuckthebabysitter on Guy's fuckthebabysitter lips.
 As a final test fuckthebabysitter, Guy brought his hand all up and pulled Wendy's fuckthebabysitter left eyelid open. It was white, with fuckthebabysitter her eyes looking way up into the top of her head, just as before.
 "wha..t.?" she murmured.
 As Guy talked, he felt moisture forming between Wendy's legs. However fuckthebabysitter, she fuckthebabysitter still remained quiet and fuckthebabysitter still. He guessed it was because she was so out of it.
 After a few seconds, Wendy said fuckthebabysitter, "I fuckthebabysitter... I can't...", in a disappointed voice fuckthebabysitter.
 "Why fuckthebabysitter can't you?" Guy asked, slightly irritated.
 "... Because it fuckthebabysitter's fuckthebabysitter wrong... I just can't..."
 "..yes fuckthebabysitter," she replied with a weak voice.
 Wendy became fuckthebabysitter noticeably more enthusiastic. Her moans turned into shouts as fuckthebabysitter an orgasm engulfed her body fuckthebabysitter. It seemed to last fuckthebabysitter forever. Guy felt himself building as well, but he wasn't quite fuckthebabysitter there yet. Figuring he would finish on his own, he began to pull his head away.
 With that, Guy pulled his hand away. Wendy quickly replaced it with fuckthebabysitter her own and continued screaming fuckthebabysitter. Arching her back frantically as her mind was bombarded by pulse after pulse of electrifying pleasure.
 Guy picked fuckthebabysitter Wendy's limp nude body up and placed it on the sofa fuckthebabysitter chair. He then fuckthebabysitter used some paper towels that he had grabbed in the kitchen to clean fuckthebabysitter up the couch as best he could. Finally, he flipped the fuckthebabysitter cushions on the fuckthebabysitter couch and fuckthebabysitter was pleasantly surprised all to see the other fuckthebabysitter side was the same pattern.
 Guy then picked Wendy up fuckthebabysitter and fuckthebabysitter placed her back on the couch where fuckthebabysitter he found her. He un-muted the TV and entered the bathroom fuckthebabysitter.
 "All done," he said.
 Wendy got up fuckthebabysitter, turned off the TV fuckthebabysitter and opened the front door. As Guy was about to walk by fuckthebabysitter, he suddenly stopped, turned and pecked Wendy gently on the lips. Wendy blushed and fuckthebabysitter smiled. Guy noticed her nipples getting hard through her dress.
 'This fuckthebabysitter is going to be great,' Guy thought as they left.
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