"Yes, Mr hairy fuck. Bennett," she replied hairy calmly, her angry expression and tone hairy instantly gone teen. "Everything I can fuck."

"Yes, master," Rhonda agreed.

"Good girl, Rhonda fuck." She didn't make a sound, merely lay there hairy, naked hairy body bucking fuck in ecstasy until the storm teen finally passed. At last hairyteencunts her shudders ceased and her hairyteencunts breathing returned to something like normal fuck rhythm. Slowly, dazedly, she hairy put her clothes back on hairy fuck and stood up. She didn't try to hairyteencunts run for it jpeg; she knew, now, that he hairy could have her wriggling mindlessly on the floor, instantly, with just three little words.

"Perfectly normal," Dr. Steiner said. "Good news. We cunts're still hairy going over hairy the tests, but early hairy indications are that we got the whole teen tumor. If you're lucky, you won't hairy fuck need hairy fuck more than a mild course of chemotherapy."

Paul jpeg blanched. It hadn't worked! Was--whatever it hairy was--gone? Or had it never been real at all? Had his puppeting of Nurse hairy Rhonda been nothing more than an anesthetic-induced dream? He hairy had to find out hairy!

"Yes, Mr. Bennett." The dark-skinned nurse obeyed, then looked startled. "Hey, what's going on teen? How'd you do that?" She tried to unclasp her hands hairyteencunts and bring down her arms, but hairy nothing happened. "Cut it out hairy. Let me go."

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

But then hairyteencunts why had Dr. Steiner been unaffected? Could teen it be, Paul wondered, that his hairy fuck--"power"--worked only on women?

It was possible, he supposed. He'd heard that the jpeg hearing ranges of men and women were slightly hairy different, with women being more sensitive to higher frequencies than men were. If the "something extra" his voice had gained were some magic high frequency, it might hairy fuck affect men and women differently.

Her eyes hairy opened. She hairyteencunts sighed and settled hairy back onto the hairy fuck soles of her feet.

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

There jpeg was hairyteencunts another quote hairyteencunts, from nineteenth-century Britain: "Power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely." His hairy fuck power wasn't absolute; his inability to control men, for one thing, limited it. But hairyteencunts it was great enough to offer plenty of chances for corruption.

The Hamilton Insurance Company was a medium-sized firm housed in a three-story brick building dating to hairy the early 1950s. Paul Bennett, at forty, was a successful salesman for the company. In appearance, he was ordinary: medium height, medium build (just beginning to go hairyteencunts to hairyteencunts pot), medium complexion teen, plain brown hair beginning hairy fuck to hairyteencunts recede at the temples. Despite his sales record, he had long since resigned himself to the likelihood that he would advance no further teen in the company's ranks.

His immediate supervisor was hairyteencunts a woman, Charlene Sands. Bennett had heard all the stories about how she'd slept her way to the top hairy (or at least to middle management). He hairy wasn't sure hairy he believed them, but it was certainly possible. She had the hairy looks for it, tanned teen skin, a "killer bod" only somewhat jpeg concealed by hairyteencunts the tailored business attire she hairy wore, glossy black hair, green eyes behind elegantly-framed glasses. She had the manipulative temperament for cunts it, too hairy.

Paul smiled an hairy evil smile. Ms fuck. Sands was about to experience a hairy change of attitude. All hairy he needed was to get her alone.

"Perfectly . . . Charlene." Paul hairyteencunts had hairy the upper hand now, and teen knew it. "You don't mind hairy my calling you by your hairyteencunts first name, Charlene hairy fuck. In fact, it turns you on hairy. All the way on."

"Of hairy course not, Charlene," Paul fuck responded. Charlene whimpered and trembled hairy, and hairy as he turned to go, she hairy almost called out for him to stay.

And this hairy was just the beginning.