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"How are we doing, Mr. Bennett?" the middle-aged man in the clean white coat asked. "Your chart indicates you're pussyshaved-pinkcandyshavers making a pretty good pussy recovery, but the charts don't pussyshaved-pinkcandyshavers show everything."

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The doctor blinked at pink him pretty pussy. "What are you talking about, Mr. Bennett?" He reflexively covered the pussyshaved-pinkcandyshavers watch with his left hand. He not-quite joked, "Get your own."

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He had it: a pussy gimmick from pink stage hypnotism. It pussyshaved-pinkcandyshavers was pure show business, but it was a harmless suggestion pussyshaved-pinkcandyshavers which wouldn't get him into trouble if it failed. "Jasmine pussy, raise pussy your arms shavers above your - head and clasp your hands together, and stay that way."

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

"Jasmine, I know you're probably upset with me, even though you don't show it," he addressed her. "Forget about it shavers. Completely. Nothing unusual happened here, except pussy that pussy you had a little daydream about being a dancer. Nod your head if your mind pussy accepts this as true."

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

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

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

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

Until now.

"I think you should stop worrying about pussy it, Charlene," Paul instructed her. "I'll take care of - Mrs. Cortez."

"RRRRRARRRRRR." Charlene pretty pussy launched herself across her desk at him, knocking him pretty pussy out of his chair. The shaved two of them went pussy down in a heap. Then, for a time, both of them forgot about everything but each other.