"Very nice, babe," he said cum to the nurse, who held black her - position as if turned into a statue. "What's your name, anyway gangbang?"

"Rhonda," Paul fiesta said, "take cum off your bra now. You don't need it." He had an idea: "Take it off as though you were a stripper. You'd cum like to do that, wouldn't you? "

"Good girl, Rhonda gangbang." She gangbang didn't make a cum sound gangbangfacials-cumfiesta, merely lay there, naked body bucking gangbangfacials-cumfiesta in ecstasy until the storm finally passed. At last cum her shudders ceased and her breathing returned to something like normal rhythm gangbang. Slowly, dazedly, she put her clothes back on and about stood up. She didn't try to run for gangbangfacials-cumfiesta it; she gangbangfacials-cumfiesta knew, now, that he - could cum have her wriggling gangbang mindlessly on the floor, instantly, with just three little words.

"Yes . . . master gangbangfacials-cumfiesta . . . ." Rhonda replied, still a bit breathless.

Without a word, Rhonda fled.

"Great, Doctor." Bennett gangbang was exultant. What good would it be to gain the power to gangbang make people do his bidding if he were going gangbangfacials-cumfiesta to die soon?

"Dr. Steiner," he said forcefully, "give me your watch. You want fiesta me about to have it gangbang."

"Jasmine, sir," she responded, a slight Louisiana accent - in her voice. "Jasmine Thibodeaux."

Over the next few days, cautious gangbang experimentation confirmed Paul's guesses and expanded his understanding of his gangbang new abilities. As he gangbang'd thought fiesta, he could control women but not men. The gangbangfacials-cumfiesta--influence, whatever it was, could manipulate not only actions but about memories and thoughts, and suggestions seemed not to wear off, at least in gangbang the short term. It didn about't work over the phone, unless he specifically told his about target face-to-face ahead of time to - respond to phone commands.

Just how far his gangbang control extended, wasn't sure he wanted black to know. It black cum was already clear gangbangfacials-cumfiesta that he gangbang could override normal moral restraints. His about first efforts with Rhonda and Jasmine had black cum indicated that, and he'd arranged a get-together gangbang between the two of them which fiesta had black cum proved black cum that even basic sexual orientation could be altered at his whim; he wished he'd had a camera for that episode. But - he couldn't bring himself to order black cum one of his "voice puppets," as he gangbang was starting to think gangbang of them cum, to actually gangbangfacials-cumfiesta hurt or kill someone. He was afraid she'd do it cum, as willingly as she would obey any other instruction. And what would that make him?

His immediate supervisor was gangbangfacials-cumfiesta a woman, Charlene Sands. Bennett had heard all the about stories about how she'd slept her way to the top (or at least to gangbang middle management). He wasn't sure he gangbang believed them, but it was certainly - possible. She had the looks gangbang for it, tanned skin gangbang, a "killer bod" only somewhat gangbang concealed by the tailored business gangbang attire she wore, glossy black gangbang hair, green eyes behind elegantly-framed glasses. She had the manipulative gangbang temperament about for it about, too.

"Paul," she gangbangfacials-cumfiesta said, "I black cum need to speak with you for a few minutes, if you don gangbangfacials-cumfiesta't mind fiesta."

Well, it didn't matter now.

Yes, sir, he thought to himself as he gave his tie a final straightening cum tug before black opening the door, things were definitely looking up.