Paul allowed himself to be soothed. He didn't really have much choice, after all; either he'd be okay or he wouldn't, but he was in no position blackteenpussygettingfucked to leap up and make a break for it. After a while, he went to sleep again.

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

"Rhonda, Mr. Bennett. My name is Rhonda pussy Marks." The black girl's voice sounded perfectly normal, calm and relaxed as she posed with her bra in his black face. She seemed not to realize there was black anything blackteenpussygettingfucked unusual teen going on.

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

It had to have been the blackteenpussygettingfucked operation. It had teen done something to teen his voice. Paul vaguely recalled reading an fucked article years ago about blackteenpussygettingfucked how certain frequencies of sound outside phat black teen pussy the normal human black hearing range could have physical and psychological black effects even phat though they were inaudible. Apparently they worked pussy directly on the brain, without blackteenpussygettingfucked involving the ears. Maybe phat his larynx blackteenpussygettingfucked had been altered black by the surgery so that when pussy he spoke, some extra frequency was produced which compelled obedience.

Rhonda shuddered, picturing black herself black trying to explain black how just a few words from a patient blackteenpussygettingfucked had had her doing a strip act for him. She'd be lucky just to lose her job. "As for coming black back here," Paul went phat on, "of teen course you will, if blackteenpussygettingfucked it black's part of black your normal duties. And you black'll do blackteenpussygettingfucked everything you can black to make sure it continues to be part of your duties, won't you?"

"Yes, master," came the reply. Then, a flicker of defiance: "You sick jerk black, you'll never get away with--"

Now, Paul mused, I find out whether my commands hold once she blackteenpussygettingfucked's pussy not near me. If black they don't, the next voice I hear may be teen coming from a police officer. And on black that happy note, he went back to sleep blackteenpussygettingfucked.

As it turned out, the next voice black he heard black was his black doctor's.

"Very nice." Paul thought for a teen moment: what would be a good test?

After a couple of minutes, Paul teen was satisfied. Jasmine was clearly under his control, just as Rhonda had been earlier.

But black then pictures why had Dr fucked. Steiner teen been unaffected? Could it be, Paul wondered teen, that blackteenpussygettingfucked his--"power"--worked only on women?

Her eyes opened. She sighed and settled back onto the soles of her feet.

"I don't blame her blackteenpussygettingfucked for black being angry. If phat it were me pussy, I'd be black suing." Ms. Sands reached up a hand to tip her black glasses down, then looked at him over phat the rims. "As blackteenpussygettingfucked it is, she's black cancelling one of our biggest blackteenpussygettingfucked accounts. Unless blackteenpussygettingfucked," she smiled grimly, "we fire you. She's willing to keep her black insurance, even under the circumstances, on that condition."

Well black, it didn't matter now.

"Well, Paul?" Ms. Sands asked. "What do you think I should do teen?"

It was the pussy perfect opening.

"It's all right, Charlene," he assured her blackteenpussygettingfucked. "Let pictures it happen. Lose pictures control. Nothing matters but sex, right here, right now, with me, Charlene."

And this was just the beginning.