 Jerry Gilman yawned and wiped hot wet teen his face with a hot towel. He stared blearily at his watch. Slowly, his eyes focused hot wet teen on the face. 2:30 A.M. He carefully put down the soldering iron and stared hotteen at the device on his bench.
 The Amplifier didn't look hotteen like much. A hotteen tangle of wiring and integrated hotteen circuits. In the center was hotteen one teen of the hot wet teen new room-temperature superconducing chips hot. He'd had to scrounge it from the University's Supplies Department...well, he hot thought...steal it hot wet teen, really.
 But a breakthrough had happened. Jerry hot had realized hotteen that there hot were two sides to communicating with the brain. And the new superconductors...He had been working like a fiend for hot two months. He hadn hot't mentioned it to his thesis advisors--the implications were too huge. So he'd had to pretend to be teen working hot on hot his original hot thesis hot. This amounted to two full-time jobs, and the teen effort hotteen was beginning to tell on him.
 She awoke hot on Monday as Jerry's hotteen helpless and devoted sex slave. She was deeply in love hotteen with him, had always loved hotteen him, and could not imagine teen any hotteen other hot situation. She was obedient hot; submissive and eager to do anything her Master desired. She knew how he'd altered her; she was fully aware teen that her condition hot was artificial, but she loved it, and simply could teen not even all think hot of resisting him or disobeying.
 "Bonnie, I hot wet teen want hot you to think about hot all hot the hotteen girls you know, your friends and acquaintances."
 "Fine teen. Are they wet students?"
 "Susie hot? Hi. Can you come over? Oh teen, nothing hotteen much...but I've got something you've got to see hot. OK, I hotteen'll be here...bye."
 And Bonnie spent hot wet teen twenty minutes hot, sweetly and gently licking and sucking. When Brenda knocked, Bonnie looked up at her owner.
 Brenda walked right in hot and stopped, stunned by the scene before hot her--because Bonnie was hotteen still servicing Jerry's cock. Jerry looked hot up at her and smiled.
 "You cannot move, and hotteen you wet cannot speak. You will stand right hot there, and watch Bonnie give service," he ordered, and Brenda was compelled to do exactly that.
 "Hmmm. Sure. Why not? Go ahead, talk to Bonnie; try to reason with her. If you can convince her, make her see that this is wrong, I hot'll teen let you both go."
 Helplessly, struggling to resist, Brenda approached him hot, finally standing before him, only a foot hot or hotteen two away.
 Later, he had Bonnie call Wendy and hot soon she hot wet teen had joined the group. Wendy was a tall hot wet teen, lithe readhead, with incredibly hotteen long legs and ample tits. She had the body wet of a dancer, and Jerry found hotteen that hotteen she indeed hot had once dreamt of becoming a ballerina hot. Now she hot dreamt only of pleasing Jerry.
 "Come with me teen," he ordered, and she followed him as if it were hot the hot most natural thing in wet the world. Finding hot a teen bench in the center of the locker room, he ordered her to kneel and suck his cock. Laura complied, unzipping his pants hot and eagerly giving hot wet teen head. As she did, he reached out with his mind, altering the perceptions of all those hot nearby. Girls began hot wet teen to notice what was hot happening hot. Ordinarily, there would have been hot an outcry wet and attempts to hot put hot a stop to such all 'inappropriate' behavior. But hotteen the Amp altered the responses of wet all who noticed the proceedings. They were compelled to draw near hotteen and watch. Compelled, but not willingly. As Laura hot slurped and stroked hot, a dozen or more hot girls became 'stuck', standing helplessly nearby and watching. Jerry could hot feel them trying to resist, trying to pull away and call for help, but hot they could not.
 He stepped out of the elevator, and grinned at the sight teen which teen greeted him hot. On hotteen the way up, he had used the Amp to issue 'instructions' to the residents of the top floor. Each girl now stood in hot the doorway hot wet teen to hot her room. Each was dressed in silky nylon panties or in a shortie night hot gown. All all stood at attention, their chests bare, eyes straight hot ahead, like soldiers ready for inspection.
 Jennifer Michaels signed the UPS slip for the all small box and carried hot it inside her apartment. Frowning slightly teen, she tried to hot figure hot out who had hot sent her this hot package; she hot certainly hot wet teen hadn't ordered hotteen anything. Shaking her lovely head, she opened the box. Inside was a jewelry box with a card. The card said, "For A hot Pretty Lady", with no signature. She opened the jewel box and found the watch. It looked like a hot nice one; she decided to try hot it on.
 Jerry was lounging by the teen pool, fondling two of his girls, and watching several others frolic in the water. Like all of his slaves, they were topless, and wore only tiny nylon panties, even hot in the water.
 When Jennifer spotted him, she teen fell to her hot wet teen knees. Using his Amp, Jerry examined her mind. Her programming was perfect; she had responded teen exactly as he had hot wet teen expected.
 Jen's program had been rudimentary; little more hot than an imperative compulsion to come to him. Jerry hot knew hotteen he wet would need to adjust her hotteen mind as hot he had the other slaves. It teen would be a pleasure. He hot smiled down at Jennifer, thinking of the possibilities of hot his new device hotteen.
 "This is Becky. She is 18. I'm hotteen sure you will hotteen like her."
 "Hush, Becky. Be hot nice to Mr. Gleason."
 Jerry hot turned hot wet teen to hot Becky, and said hot wet teen, "Be quiet hotteen, little all girl. Listen attentively hotteen as I give your mother teen her instructions."
 "Go."
 Now Jerry turned to her. "Come hotteen, Becky," he ordered, and Becky found herself helplessly following him. He drove directly to her house. Becky didn't hot know how he knew where it was. Becky all let him in with a key her mother had given hot her.
 Helplessly hot, she obeyed. She stood before him, blushing furiously.
 "Turn hotteen around all--slowly."
 He divided her undies hot into two piles, then pointed at one pile. "You hot will discard these. Never hot to be worn again." The rest hotteen he returned to her dresser.
 "Becky, put on a fashion show, using the wet undies left in your dresser. Show each one to me, tell me all about it hot, where you got it, why you bought hotteen it. Then hot put it on and model it for me. I want you hot to go through the entire collection. Begin."
 Then wet, again without the slightest hot ability all to hot resist, she hot found herself removing the previous hotteen garment and hot donning the new one. Once it hot wet teen was on, she turned around slowly, to allow Jerry to appreciate it on her body. Occasionally, he directed her wet to bend over or assume some other wet pose. Once or twice hotteen, he had hot her put on another item hot wet teen to go with one she had just put on.
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