Charisa left the nightclub she had used to find her newest prize, knowing it had worked again, her power was real she was not imaging it anymore.

At first she put off the notion of what she did down to sex appeal after all she was a young buxom vixen that literally dripped with promises of the pleasures that would be encountered but what she had been doing lately had an added affect to it, she was mesmerising people making them practically worship her and when this happened anything she had asked for was granted immediately, lately even with replies of yes mistress thrown on at

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