He teensfromtokyo tried to say something, but all teensfromtokyo that came out was a hoarse herslit croak.
He must have still been a little teensfromtokyo woozy, because teensfromtokyo, eyes fixing on her impressive teensfromtokyo chest, he blurted, "Hey babe, nice rack herslit. How's teensfromtokyo about peeling off that starched shirt and giving me a good look teensfromtokyo?" The moment the words were out of his mouth, he cringed. Oh teensfromtokyo my God, he thought, did I say that out teensfromtokyo loud?
"Yes, Mr. Bennett," Rhonda said. She giggled and began peeling off teensfromtokyo her brassiere, undulating and humming a little strip teensfromtokyo-club tune to herself. She dangled the garment in front teensfromtokyo of him briefly, then threw it teensfromtokyo away teensfromtokyo. After herslit that teensfromtokyo, she went still again, beautiful teensfromtokyo boobs swaying freely mere inches from his face.
"Good girl, Rhonda." The nurse teensfromtokyo toppled over, glassy-eyed, scrambling teensfromtokyo to tear teensfromtokyo off her clothing teensfromtokyo as her body spasmed uncontrollably.
"Good girl, Rhonda teensfromtokyo." She didn't make teensfromtokyo a sound, merely lay there, naked body bucking in teensfromtokyo ecstasy until the teensfromtokyo storm finally passed. At last her shudders ceased and her herslit breathing returned to something like normal rhythm. Slowly, dazedly, she put her clothes back on here and teensfromtokyo stood up. She didn't try to run for teensfromtokyo it; she knew teensfromtokyo, now, that he could teensfromtokyo have teensfromtokyo her wriggling mindlessly on the floor, instantly, with just three teensfromtokyo little words teensfromtokyo.
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"Yes, Mr. Bennett." The dark-skinned nurse obeyed, then teensfromtokyo looked startled. "Hey, what's going on? How teensfromtokyo'd you do herslit that teensfromtokyo?" She tried to unclasp her hands and bring down teensfromtokyo her arms, but nothing happened. "Cut it herslit out teensfromtokyo. Let me go."
"Shh," Paul said. "Not another word." Instantly, Jasmine herslit fell silent, looking scared.
After a teensfromtokyo couple of teensfromtokyo minutes, Paul teensfromtokyo was herslit satisfied. Jasmine teensfromtokyo was clearly under his control, just as herslit Rhonda had been earlier herslit.
It was possible, he supposed. He teensfromtokyo'd heard that the hearing ranges of men and women were slightly different teensfromtokyo, with women being more teensfromtokyo sensitive teensfromtokyo to herslit higher frequencies than men were. If the teensfromtokyo "something extra" his teensfromtokyo voice had gained were some magic high frequency, it here might affect men and women differently teensfromtokyo.
"Jasmine teensfromtokyo," he addressed her teensfromtokyo, "it's time to come back to reality. You had fun pretending to be a dancer, but you have patients teensfromtokyo who need teensfromtokyo you."
"You can unclasp your hands and teensfromtokyo bring your arms down now, Jasmine," he told her.
Jasmine nodded her head.
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Just how teensfromtokyo far his control extended, wasn't sure he wanted to herslit know. It was already clear that he could teensfromtokyo override normal moral restraints. His teensfromtokyo first efforts with Rhonda and Jasmine had indicated that, and he'd arranged a get-together between the two here of them which had proved that even basic sexual orientation could be altered herslit at his whim; he wished he'd had a teensfromtokyo camera teensfromtokyo for that episode teensfromtokyo. But he couldn't teensfromtokyo bring herslit himself teensfromtokyo to order herslit one of his "voice teensfromtokyo puppets," as he teensfromtokyo was starting to think teensfromtokyo of them, to actually hurt or kill someone. He was afraid she'd do it teensfromtokyo, as willingly as she would teensfromtokyo obey here any other instruction herslit. And what teensfromtokyo would teensfromtokyo that teensfromtokyo make him?
His immediate herslit supervisor was a woman teensfromtokyo, Charlene Sands. Bennett had heard all the stories about how teensfromtokyo she teensfromtokyo'd slept her teensfromtokyo way to the top (or at least to middle management). He wasn't sure he believed them, but it was certainly possible teensfromtokyo. She had the looks for it, tanned skin, a "killer bod teensfromtokyo" only teensfromtokyo somewhat concealed by the here tailored business attire she wore, glossy black hair, green eyes behind teensfromtokyo elegantly teensfromtokyo-framed glasses. She had the teensfromtokyo manipulative temperament for it, too.
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