"Very nice, babe," he said to the nurse, who held her position as if black turned into blackteenboobs a black statue. "What black's black your name, anyway?"

How black far could he push this?

"No, Rhonda," Paul said. "You won't tell anyone. Any time you try, you'll forget all about it before you say or write a word." He smiled maliciously boobs. "And you'll take off your black shirt and bra, too, and keep them off blackteenboobs for at least five minutes boobs. Besides," the evil smile grew wider black, "even if I let you blackteenboobs, what would you tell them?"

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

"I'm feeling a lot black better, Doctor--" he squinted at the blackteenboobs nametag on the doctor boobs's coat--"Steiner." He laughed, then blackteenboobs winced as his throat twinged. "I guess I was pretty out of it for black teen cum a while after the surgery."

"Hello, Mr. Bennett," the black girl said site. She was a petite boobs, slender black girl, younger than Rhonda. She had a special teen voice of black her own, low and husky blackteenboobs.

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

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

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

Paul smiled an evil smile. Ms. Sands was about boobs to experience a change black teen cum of attitude. All black he needed was to get her teen alone.

"Well, Paul?" Ms cum. Sands asked black. "What do you think I should do?"

Charlene gasped, her face site reddening. "It, it's not right black," she protested weakly. "You shouldn't. I, I mustn't. I . . . what's happening to me?"