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

How far could he butt push this big cock fucking?

"Yes, Mr. Bennett," she replied butt calmly, her angry expression and tone cock instantly gone. "Everything fucking I cock can fucking."

"Good girl, Rhonda." She didn't make a buttfuckingatfuckingmachines sound, merely lay there, naked body fuckingmachines bucking in ecstasy until the storm butt finally passed. At last her shudders fuckingmachines ceased and butt her breathing big cock fucking returned to something like normal rhythm. Slowly, dazedly, she put her clothes back on and stood up butt. She didn fucking't try to run for butt it; she knew, now, that he could have her wriggling mindlessly on the floor, instantly fuckingmachines, with just three little words buttfuckingatfuckingmachines.

As it turned cock out, the next voice he heard was his doctor's.

"What's your name?" he asked her butt.

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

After a couple of minutes, Paul was satisfied. Jasmine buttfuckingatfuckingmachines was clearly under fucking his cock control, just as Rhonda had been earlier.

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

"Paul," she said, "I need to speak with you for enter a few butt minutes, if you don't mind."

"It's all right, Charlene," he assured her. "Let it happen. Lose control. Nothing matters but butt sex, right here, right now, with me butt, Charlene."