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Paul was welcome stunned. This couldn't be real. It sure looked real though--and really great. He could feel himself growing hard cock beneath his cock hospital suck gown.

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This was incredible. This gorgeous doll of a nurse apparently would do anything cock he said. But she suck didn't cock look or act cocksuck-suckmebitch "hypnotized" in the stereotypical sense: her cocksuck-suckmebitch eyes weren't glazed, she spoke in cock a normal voice, she moved cock like a regular person and not a B-movie zombie.

Rhonda welcome was beginning to sway on her feet. She was having trouble maintaining her pose bent cock over him brunette; if she didn't stand up brunette suck, she'd fall over soon. Pleasurable as it cocksuck-suckmebitch might be to have her collapse on cock top cock of him, he wasn't, he decided regretfully, quite ready for that.

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"Good welcome," Paul responded, restraining the urge to suckmebitch use Rhonda's sexual welcome trigger again cocksuck-suckmebitch. Time enough for that later brunette. "Now, Rhonda, it's time for you to go about your duties. You cocksuck-suckmebitch can go."

Without a word, Rhonda fled.

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

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"Shh cock," Paul said. "Not another word." Instantly, Jasmine fell silent, looking scared.

Jasmine was still turning, turning cock on tiptoe, hands clasped over cocksuck-suckmebitch her suckmebitch head. Her eyes were closed now, her lips slightly cock parted. Clearly cocksuck-suckmebitch, she was enjoying herself in the fantasy he'd built for her cock. It brunette suck almost seemed suck a shame to cock end it, but he'd learned enough.

"Yes, Mr. Bennett," the nurse responded. She checked the brunette room carefully, fluffed his pillows, and left, casting a last smile back at him. If she still had any memory of what he'd done, she showed no sign of it.

The test had been cock convincing. If suck he'd wanted, he was suck sure he could have made brunette Nurse Jasmine cocksuck-suckmebitch strip cock and thrash in ecstasy as he'd done to Rhonda. Perhaps brunette suck another time. When cock he was brunette suck a little welcome stronger, perhaps he cock could--persuade--both of them to do even brunette more than that, with him or even suck each other.

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

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And she hated cock Paul's guts. She cock seemed never to miss an cocksuck-suckmebitch opportunity to put brunette suck him down, and did her best to keep him from getting any real credit cock for anything. She, in fact, was the reason he had given up on ever being promoted. He'd watched others with sales records far inferior to his pass him brunette suck on the corporate ladder; some of them cock had been people he welcome'd brunette suck trained. But there welcome had been nothing he could do about it, nothing but grit his welcome teeth and soldier cock on.

Suppressing the urge to ask her what she wanted to talk about--it didn't matter, after suck all cocksuck-suckmebitch, not now--he answered cocksuck-suckmebitch, "On my suck way cocksuck-suckmebitch, Ms cocksuck-suckmebitch. Sands." He got up and walked cocksuck-suckmebitch casually over to cock her office, opened cock the brunette door and went in cock. Carefully, he shut the cock door behind him and sat down brunette suck in the cocksuck-suckmebitch chair next to her desk.

It was the perfect opening.