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 "Rhonda," Paul said, "take off your anal bra now. You don't need it anal." He had an idea ebony anal: "Take it off as anal though you were a stripper anal. You'd like ebony anal to anal do that, wouldn't you? "
 Instantly, her expression changed. "You bastard anal." she yelled. "What the hell did you do to me? I was like a anal puppet--I did everything you said, and even acted like I enjoyed it, while inside I was furious. Humiliated." She glared at him. "I sex don ebony anal't anal know how you did it, but this was your one and only anal shot. I'm not coming anal back here; you anal can try your anal sick tricks on someone else--and I'm telling the hospital authorities. Maybe the analsex cops."
 Rhonda shuddered, picturing herself trying to explain how just a few words from a patient had had her doing a strip anal act for him anal. She'd be lucky anal just to lose her job. "As for anal coming back here," Paul went on, "of course you will, if it's anal part of your normal anal duties. And you'll do everything you can analsex to make anal sure anal it continues to be ebony part of anal your duties, won't you?"
 He regarded her for a moment anal. "One thing," he said. "'Mr. Bennett' is too formal, if we're analsex going to be," he smirked, "working closely together. From anal now on, you'll only call me that if other people are around. When we're alone, it's 'master.' Do you understand anal?"
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 Now, Paul mused, I anal find out whether my anal commands hold anal once she's anal not near me. If they don anal't, the next video voice I hear may be coming analsex from a police officer. And on that happy anal note, he went back to sleep.
 "How are we doing, Mr. Bennett?" the middle-aged man in the clean white coat asked. "Your chart anal indicates you're making a pretty good recovery anal, but the charts don't show anal everything."
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 "You can unclasp your hands and bring your arms down now, Jasmine," he told her.
 "Jasmine, I know you're anal probably upset with ebony anal me, even though you don't show anal it," he addressed her. "Forget about it. Completely. Nothing unusual happened here, except that you anal had a little daydream anal about anal being a dancer. Nod your head if your anal mind accepts this as true."
 Over the next few days, cautious experimentation confirmed Paul ebony anal's guesses and expanded his understanding of his new abilities. As he'd thought, he could control women but not men. The--influence, whatever it was, could manipulate not only actions but memories and thoughts, and suggestions seemed not to wear off, at least in the short term. It didn't anal work over the phone, unless anal he video specifically told his target face-to-face ahead of time anal to respond to phone commands.
 Just how far analsex his control extended, wasn't sure he wanted to anal know. It was already clear that he could anal override anal normal moral restraints. His first efforts with Rhonda and Jasmine sex had indicated anal that anal, and he'd arranged a get-together anal between the two of them which analsex had proved that even basic analsex sexual orientation could be altered at his whim anal; he anal wished he'd had a analsex camera for that episode video. But he couldn't bring himself to order one of his "voice puppets," as he was starting to think analsex of them, to anal actually hurt sex or kill someone ebony anal. He was afraid she'd do it, as willingly as she anal would anal obey any other instruction. And what would that make him?
 And anal she hated Paul's guts. She seemed never to miss an opportunity to put him down, and did her best to analsex keep him from getting any real credit for anything. She, in fact, was the reason sex he had given anal up on ever being promoted. He'd watched others anal with sales records far inferior to his pass him anal on the corporate ladder; some of them had anal been anal people he'd trained. But there had anal been nothing anal he could do about it, nothing anal but grit his teeth and soldier on.
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 "RRRRRARRRRRR." Charlene ebony launched analsex herself across her analsex desk at him, knocking him out of his anal chair. The two of them went down in a heap. Then anal, for a time, both of them forgot analsex about everything but each other.
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