"Rhonda," Paul said, "take off your bra now. You picture don't need it." He had picture an idea: "Take it off as though you were a stripper picturexxx. You'd like to do that, wouldn't you xxx? "
This was picture incredible. This gorgeous doll of a nurse apparently would do anything he said. But she didn't look or act "hypnotized" in the stereotypical sense: her eyes weren't glazed, she spoke in picture a normal picturexxx voice, she moved like a regular person and not picture a B picture-movie zombie.
Rhonda was beginning to sway on her picture feet. She picture was having trouble maintaining picturexxx her pose picture bent over him; if she picture didn't picture stand up, she'd picture fall over soon. Pleasurable as picture it might be to have her collapse on top picture of picture him, he wasn 't, he decided regretfully, quite ready for that.
"No picture, Rhonda," Paul said. "You won picturexxx't tell anyone picture. Any time you try, you picturexxx'll forget all about it before picture you say picture or videos write a word." He smiled maliciously. "And you'll videos take off your shirt and bra, too, and keep picturexxx them off for at least five minutes picture. Besides," the evil smile grew wider, "even if I let you, what would you picture tell them picture?"
"We understand each other, then," Paul said picturexxx.
As it turned out, the next voice he picture heard was his doctor's picture.
His eyes fell on picturexxx the expensive picture watch on the videos doctor's right wrist. A gold Rolex, it undoubtedly cost more than he made picture in three months picture as an insurance salesman. Why shouldn't he picture have one ?
Paul picture blanched. It hadn't worked . Was picturexxx--whatever it was--gone? Or had it never been picture real at all? Had videos his puppeting of Nurse Rhonda xxx been nothing more than an anesthetic-induced dream? He had to find out.
Jasmine obeyed, relaxing as her mind accepted the fantasy and forgot xxx the picture reality. It was so much easier to be a dancer, performing for picturexxx an audience, than a frightened girl who picture somehow had to obey picture a strange man.
"Yes, Mr. Bennett," the nurse responded. She checked the picturexxx room carefully, fluffed his pillows, and picture left, casting a last smile picture back at him. If she still had any memory of what he'd done, she showed picture no picture sign of picturexxx it.
Paul was feeling much stronger, and much xxx more confident. A week after returning home, he went picture back to work.
His picture immediate supervisor picture was picture a woman, Charlene Sands. Bennett picturexxx had heard all the stories about xxx how picture she picture'd slept her way to the top (or at least to middle management). He wasn't sure he believed them, but it picture was certainly picture possible. She had the looks for it, tanned skin, a "killer picture bod" only somewhat concealed by the tailored business attire she wore, glossy black hair, green eyes behind elegantly-framed glasses. She had the manipulative temperament for picturexxx it, too.
Paul smiled an evil smile picture. Ms picturexxx. Sands was picture about to experience a change of attitude. All picture he picture needed picture was to picture get her alone.
He picture didn't have to wait long for picture his opportunity. He'd hardly had a chance to clock in and sit down at his desk when his phone rang. It was her.
Charlene gasped picture, her videos face reddening. "It picturexxx, it's not right," she protested picture weakly. "You shouldn picturexxx't picture. I, I mustn't. I . . . what's happening to me?"
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