The All Yesmaster

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     "Yes, Mr. Bennett," Rhonda said. She giggled and began peeling lesbians off her brassiere, undulating and humming a little strip-club tune to lesbians herself. She dangled the garment in front of him briefly, then threw it away. After that, she lesbians went still again, beautiful boobs swaying freely mere inches from his face lesbianselite.
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     Paul blanched. It hadn't worked! Was--whatever it was--gone? Or had it never been real at all? Had his puppeting of Nurse Rhonda been lesbians nothing more than lesbians an anesthetic-induced dream? He had to find out!
     He got lesbians his chance shortly thereafter, when another nurse came lesbians in.
     "Thank you, Mr. Bennett," she said, letting her arms fall all to her sides. As had been true lesbians with Rhonda, she still seemed oddly calm for lesbians someone who'd been forced to obey lesbians a stranger's every command--but as with Rhonda, she seemed fully lesbians awake and rational lesbians. He lesbians suspected, though, that inside, she was probably furious and terrified, as Rhonda had been. He'd better do something about that.
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     "Of course elite not, Charlene," Paul responded. Charlene whimpered and trembled, and as he turned to go , she almost called out for him to stay.