Paul allowed himself to be lesbo licking soothed. He didn't really have much choice, after all; either he'd be lesboteen okay or he wouldn't, but lesboteen he was in no position lesbo licking to lesboteen leap up and make a break for it. After a while, he lesbo went to sleep again.
What happened next was images totally unexpected. The gorgeous nurse stiffened, then, eyes widening, casually unbuttoned her blouse, and tossed lesbo it aside lesbo. Then she leaned forward over him and teen said, "Is teen this good enough, Mr. Bennett?"
Paul lesbo was stunned. This couldn't be real! It sure looked real though--and really great! He lesbo could feel himself growing hard beneath his hospital gown.
"Very nice, babe," he said to the nurse, who held her position as lesbo if turned into lesbo a statue. "What's lesbo your name, anyway?"
"Good girl lesbo, Rhonda licking." Paul thought for a moment. "You know, it's hardly fair lesbo for me to get all lesbo the pleasure out of this arrangement lesbo. So here's what we're going to try, Rhonda. Whenever you lesbo licking hear my voice say, 'Good girl, Rhonda,' you'll feel an overpowering sexual pleasure, strong enough to make lesboteen you come no matter what. And each time you feel the licking pleasure, it'll be stronger than it lesbo was the time before images, until you reach whatever your personal lesboteen limit is. Do you understand me, Rhonda?"
"Good lesbo girl teen, Rhonda." She didn images't make a sound, merely lay there, naked body bucking in ecstasy until the storm finally passed. At last her shudders ceased and her breathing returned to lesbo something like normal rhythm. Slowly, dazedly, she put her clothes back on lesboteen and stood up. She didn't try teen to run for it; she knew teen, now, that he could have her lesbo wriggling mindlessly on lesbo the floor, instantly, with just three little words.
"How lesbo are lesbo we doing, Mr. Bennett?" the middle-aged lesbo man lesbo in the clean white coat asked lesbo. "Your chart lesbo indicates you're making a lesbo licking pretty good recovery, but the images charts don lesboteen't show everything."
"I lesboteen'm feeling a lot better, Doctor--" he squinted at the nametag on the doctor's coat--"Steiner." He images laughed, then winced as his throat twinged. "I guess I was pretty out of it for a while after the surgery."
"What's your name?" he asked her.
"Jasmine, sir," she lesbo licking responded, a lesbo slight Louisiana accent lesboteen in her voice. "Jasmine Thibodeaux lesboteen."
Jasmine obeyed, relaxing as lesboteen her mind accepted the fantasy and forgot the lesbo reality. It was so lesbo licking much easier to be a dancer, performing for an audience, than a frightened lesbo girl who somehow had to obey a strange man.
"Yes lesbo, Mr. Bennett," the nurse responded. She checked the room carefully, fluffed his pillows, and left, casting a last smile back at him. If she lesbo still had any lesbo memory of what he'd done, she showed no sign of it.
Just how far lesbo licking his lesbo control lesbo extended, wasn't sure he wanted to know. It was already clear that he could override normal lesbo moral restraints lesboteen. His first efforts with Rhonda and teen Jasmine lesbo had indicated that, and lesboteen he'd arranged a get-together between lesbo the two of them lesbo licking which lesbo had proved lesboteen that even basic sexual orientation could be altered at lesbo his lesboteen whim lesboteen; he wished he'd had lesbo a lesbo camera for that episode. But he couldn't bring lesbo himself to order one teen of lesbo his "voice puppets," as lesboteen he was starting to think lesbo of them lesbo licking, to actually hurt or kill someone teen. He lesbo was afraid she'd do it, as willingly as she would lesbo obey any other instruction. And what would that make him?
His immediate supervisor was a woman lesbo, Charlene Sands. Bennett had heard all the stories about how she images'd slept her lesbo licking way to the top (or at least to middle management). He wasn't sure he lesbo believed them lesbo licking, but it was certainly possible. She had the looks for it, tanned skin, a "killer bod" only somewhat concealed by the tailored business lesboteen attire she wore, glossy black hair, green lesbo eyes behind elegantly-framed glasses. She had the manipulative temperament for it, too.
Suppressing the urge to ask her what she wanted to talk about--it didn't matter, after all, not now--he answered, "On lesbo my way, Ms. Sands lesbo." He got up and lesboteen walked casually over to her office lesbo, opened the door and went in. Carefully, he shut the lesbo door behind him and sat down lesbo in the chair lesbo next to her desk.
It was the perfect opening.
Charlene lesbo licking gasped, her face lesboteen reddening. "It, it lesboteen's not right," she protested weakly. "You shouldn't. I, I mustn't. I . . . what's happening to me?"
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