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 When naughtyamateurblog he woke up again, his head was clearer. He could look at the ceiling without hallucinating or passing out. There blog seemed to be some activity around him; a very pretty nurse, he realized, was disconnecting some kind of tube from his throat, and he'd already been naughty detached from the intravenous setup naughtyamateurblog.
 The next time he awoke blog, the naughtyamateurblog same nurse was in the naughty room. He was more alert this naughty time than before , so he was able to notice that she was more than just pretty--she was gorgeous. Great amateur legs naughty, firm naughty rear naughtyamateurblog, slim naughtyamateurblog waist, tits to die for. And round, pretty face as naughtyamateurblog well, with large blue eyes. A naughty few wisps of blonde hair escaped from under her uniform cap.
 "Rhonda," Paul jpg said, "take off your bra now. You don't need it." He had naughtyamateurblog an idea: "Take it off as though you were a stripper naughty. You'd like to do that, wouldn't naughty you? "
 It naughty had naughty to have been the operation. It had done something to his jpg voice naughty. Paul vaguely recalled reading naughty an article naughty years ago about naughtyamateurblog how certain frequencies of sound naughty outside the normal human hearing naughtyamateurblog range naughty could have physical and amateur psychological effects even though they were naughtyamateurblog inaudible blog. Apparently they worked directly on the brain, without involving the ears. Maybe his larynx had been altered by naughtyamateurblog the surgery blog so that when he spoke, some extra frequency was produced which compelled obedience.
 Rhonda was beginning to sway on her feet. She was naughty having trouble maintaining her pose bent over him; if naughty she didn naughtyamateurblog't stand up, she'd fall over soon. Pleasurable as it might be to have her collapse on top of him, he wasn't, he naughty decided regretfully, quite ready for naughty that.
 "No, Rhonda," Paul said amateur. "You won't tell anyone. Any amateur time you try, you'll forget all about it before naughty you say or write a word." He smiled maliciously. "And you'll take naughty off your shirt and bra, too, and naughty keep them off for at least naughty five minutes. Besides naughty," the evil smile grew wider, "even if I let you, what would you tell them?"
 He regarded her for a amateur moment. "One thing," he said. "'Mr. Bennett' is naughty too formal, if we're going to naughty be," he smirked, "working closely together naughtyamateurblog. From now on naughty, you'll only call me that if other people are around. When amateur we're alone, it naughty's 'master.' Do you understand amateur?"
 Without a word, Rhonda fled.
 Now, Paul mused, I find out whether my commands hold once she's not near naughty me. If they don naughty't, the next voice naughty I hear may be coming from a police naughty officer. And on that happy naughty note, he went back to sleep blog.
 Paul blanched. It naughty hadn't worked naughty! Was naughty--whatever it was--gone? Or had it never been real naughty at all? Had his puppeting of Nurse Rhonda been nothing amateur more than an anesthetic-induced naughty dream? He had to find out!
 "Hello, Mr. Bennett ," the naughtyamateurblog girl said. She was a petite, slender black girl, younger than Rhonda naughtyamateurblog. She naughty had a special voice of her own, low and husky amateur.
 "Jasmine, I naughty know you're probably upset with me, even though you don't jpg show naughty it naughty," he addressed her. "Forget about amateur it jpg. Completely. Nothing unusual happened here, except that you naughtyamateurblog had blog a little daydream about being amateur a dancer. Nod your head if your naughtyamateurblog mind accepts this as true."
 "Very good, Jasmine naughty. Now finish up your nurse jpg's duties here and naughtyamateurblog go on with your amateur rounds."
 His naughtyamateurblog immediate supervisor was a woman, Charlene Sands. Bennett had heard all the amateur stories about how she'd blog slept her way to the top (or at least to middle management ). He naughty wasn't sure he believed them, but naughtyamateurblog it was certainly possible. She had the looks naughty for it, tanned skin naughtyamateurblog, a "killer bod" only somewhat concealed naughtyamateurblog by the tailored business attire she wore, glossy black hair, green eyes behind elegantly-framed glasses. She had the manipulative temperament for it, too.
 Paul smiled an evil smile. Ms. Sands was about naughtyamateurblog to experience a change of attitude. All he needed was to get jpg her alone.
 It was blog the perfect naughty opening.
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