Paul was stunned. This couldn't be real! It clit sure looked real though--and clit really great bigclit! He could feel himself growing hard beneath his hospital gown.
"Very nice, babe," he said to the nurse, who big held her position as if turned into a statue. "What's your name, anyway?"
Rhonda was beginning to join sway on her big feet. She was having trouble maintaining her pose bent over him; if big she didn't stand up, she'd fall over soon. Pleasurable clit as it clit might be big to have her collapse on top of him, he wasn bigclit't, he decided regretfully, quite ready for that.
"Dr. Steiner big," he said forcefully, "give big me clit your watch. You want me big to have it."
He got his chance shortly thereafter, when another nurse big came in.
"Very nice." Paul thought for big a moment: what would big be big a good bigclit test?
Just how far his bigclit control extended, wasn't sure he big wanted to know. It was already clear that he could big override normal bigclit moral restraints. His first efforts with Rhonda big and Jasmine had indicated that, and he'd arranged a get-together big between big the two of them which had big proved big that even basic sexual orientation could be join altered at his whim; he wished he'd had a camera for that episode. But he bigclit couldn't bring himself to order one of his "voice puppets," as he was starting to clit think of them, to actually hurt or kill someone. He was afraid she'd do it, as willingly as she would obey any other instruction. And what would that make him?
His immediate big supervisor was a woman join, Charlene Sands. Bennett had big heard all the stories about how she'd slept her way to the top (or at join least to big middle management). He wasn't sure he believed them, but it was certainly possible big. She had bigclit the looks for big it, tanned skin, a "killer bod" only big somewhat concealed by the tailored business attire she big wore, glossy black big hair, green eyes join behind elegantly-framed big glasses bigclit. She had the manipulative temperament for it, too.
It was the perfect opening.
"RRRRRARRRRRR." Charlene launched herself join across her desk at him, knocking him out of his chair bigclit. The two of them went down in a heap. Then, for big a time, both of them forgot about everything but bigclit each other.
Eventually, they got up again. A disheveled Ms clit. Sands reassembled her clothing, as did Paul. The female executive's reading glasses had gotten smashed as the two of them had thrashed around bigclit together. She produced another bigclit pair from the top big left drawer of her desk, and put them on.
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