 Paul allowed himself to fucked be soothed. He didn't really fucked have much choice hot, after all; either he'd be okay or he wouldn't, but he was in no position to leap up and make a break for it. After hot a while, he went to sleep teen again.
 "Rhonda," Paul said, "take off your bra now. You don't need it." He had an idea: "Take it off as teen though you were a stripper. You'd hot like to do that hot, wouldn't you? "
 Instantly, her expression changed. "You bastard." she yelled. "What the hell did you fucked do to fucked hot teen me? I was like a puppet hot--I did hot everything you said, and hot even hot acted like I enjoyed hot it, while inside I was furious hot. Humiliated." She glared at him. "I don't know how you did it, but this fucked was your one and only shot. I'm not coming back here; you can try your teen sick tricks on hot someone else--and I hot'm telling the hospital hot authorities. Maybe the cops."
 "No, Rhonda," Paul said. "You won't tell anyone. Any hot time you try, you'll forget all hot about it before you say or hot write a word." He hotteen smiled maliciously. "And you'll take off your shirt hot and hot bra, too, and hot keep them off for at least five minutes. Besides," the evil hot smile grew wider, "even if I image let you, what would you tell them?"
 "Yes, master," Rhonda agreed.
 "Yes . . . master fucked . . . ." Rhonda replied, still a bit breathless teen.
 "Good," Paul responded teen, restraining the urge to use fucked hot teen Rhonda's sexual trigger again. Time enough for that later. "Now, Rhonda, it's time hot for you hot to go about your duties fucked hot teen. You can fucked hot teen go."
 He had hot it hot: a gimmick hot from stage hypnotism. It was pure show business, but it was a harmless suggestion which wouldn't hotteen get him into trouble if it hot failed. "Jasmine, raise your arms fucked hot teen above your head and clasp your hands hot together, and stay that way."
 After a couple of minutes hotteen, Paul was satisfied. Jasmine image was clearly under his control, just as hotteen Rhonda hot had been earlier.
 It was possible, he supposed. He'd hotteen heard that the hearing hot ranges of men hot and women were slightly different, with women being more sensitive hotteen to higher hot frequencies than men hotteen were. If the "something extra" his voice had gained hotteen were hotteen some magic high frequency, it might affect men and women differently.
 "Jasmine, I know you're probably upset with me, even though teen you don't show hot it," he addressed her. "Forget about it. Completely. Nothing unusual happened here, except that you hot had a little daydream about being teen a dancer. Nod your hot head hot if your mind accepts image this as true."
 Over the next few fucked hot teen days, cautious experimentation confirmed Paul's guesses and hot expanded his understanding hot of his new abilities. As he'd thought, he could control women but not men. The--influence, whatever it was, could manipulate not only actions but memories and thoughts, and suggestions seemed not image to wear teen off, at least in the short hot term. It didn't work over the phone, unless he specifically told his target face-to-face ahead hot of hot time to respond image to phone commands.
 He hot smiled to himself. Some of hot those chances hotteen he meant to take. The hotteen smile faded; only some hotteen of them. Some lines were not to be crossed hot. The hot smile returned fucked hot teen. As long as he knew what those lines were, what was image the harm in playing around? His hotteen smile broadened into a grin. Soon enough, he was ready to go image home. Somewhat to the surprise of his doctor, he didn't hot go home alone. Nurses Rhonda Marks and hot Jasmine Thibodeaux hotteen went with him, having persuaded Administration to allow them to serve as health attendants for him during his hotteen convalescence. Their arguments to hot the fucked hot teen male hotteen administrators fucked hot teen had been quite strong, and very intimate. The chief nurse, a forbidding hot figure in her fucked hot teen fifties, had tried to stand in the fucked way until, at Paul's suggestion, the nurses had brought him to see her. Five minutes later, she hotteen'd agreed to the arrangement, "for hot as long as you teen wish, Mr. Bennett, sir."
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