When he woke up again, his blackteenanalsex head teen was clearer movies. He sex could look at the ceiling without hallucinating black or passing out black. There seemed to be some blackteenanalsex activity around him; a very teen pretty nurse, he realized, was disconnecting some sex kind black of tube from his throat, and he'd already been detached from the teen intravenous setup.

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

How far hot could he push this?

"Yes, Mr black. Bennett," Rhonda said. She giggled and began peeling off her brassiere, undulating and black humming a little strip-club tune to blackteenanalsex herself. She dangled the garment in front of him briefly, then threw hot it away. After that, she went still again, beautiful black boobs swaying freely mere inches from his black face.

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

It had to have been the operation. It had done something to his voice black. Paul vaguely recalled reading an article black years ago about how certain frequencies black of sound outside the normal black human hearing range could have physical and psychological effects even though anal they were inaudible. Apparently they worked directly black on the brain, without involving the ears. Maybe his larynx had blackteenanalsex been altered by hot anal sex the surgery so black that when he spoke black, some extra frequency was teen produced which compelled obedience.

"Good black girl, Rhonda." Paul thought for a moment. "You know, it's hardly fair for me blackteenanalsex to blackteenanalsex get all the black pleasure out of this arrangement. So here's what we're teen going to hot anal sex try hot, Rhonda hot anal sex. Whenever you hot anal sex hear my voice say black, 'Good girl, Rhonda,' you'll feel an overpowering sexual black pleasure blackteenanalsex, strong enough to make you black come no matter what blackteenanalsex. And blackteenanalsex each time you feel black the pleasure, it'll be stronger black than it blackteenanalsex was the time before, until you sex reach black whatever your teen personal limit is. Do you understand me anal, Rhonda black?"

"Hello anal, Mr. Bennett hot," the girl said. She was black a petite, slender black girl, younger than Rhonda. She had sex a special voice of her own, low and husky.

"What's your hot name?" he blackteenanalsex asked her.

"You anal can black unclasp your hands and bring your arms down now, Jasmine," he told her.

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

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

"I don't blame her for being angry movies. If it were me, I'd be movies suing." Ms. Sands reached up a hand to tip her glasses down, then looked at him over the rims. "As it is, she's cancelling one of movies our biggest blackteenanalsex accounts. Unless," she smiled grimly, "we fire hot you. She's willing to keep her hot insurance, even under the circumstances, on that condition."

"I anal think sex you should stop sex worrying about it, Charlene," Paul instructed her blackteenanalsex. "I black'll take care of Mrs blackteenanalsex. Cortez."

"It's all black right, Charlene," he assured her. "Let it happen. Lose movies control hot anal sex. Nothing anal matters but sex, right here, right now, with me, Charlene."

"You understand, Paul teen," she said, struggling teen for cool detachment, "this doesn't black change anything. Whatever just hot anal sex . . . happened here, I'm still your boss. Don black't movies think you've gotten some kind teen of leverage with me."