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 "Rhonda, Mr. Bennett. My name is Rhonda teen Marks." The girl's voice sounded perfectly normal teensexspy, calm and relaxed as she posed with teen her bra in his face. She seemed not to realize there teensexspy was anything unusual going on teensexspy.
 "Rhonda," Paul said teen, "take off your bra now. You don't need it." He had an idea: "Take it off teensexspy as though you were a stripper. You'd like to do that, wouldn't teen you? "
 "Rhonda, stand up," he said . She obeyed, repeating, "Yes, Mr. Bennett." He could see her relax once she was no longer leaning over so awkwardly. "Rhonda, get dressed," he continued. She teen picked up her bra and teen blouse teen and spy put them teen on calmly. "Rhonda," he asked curiously, "how do you feel about what just happened?"
 "Yes, master," Rhonda agreed.
 "Yes, master," came the reply. Then, a flicker of defiance: "You sick jerk, you'll teensexspy never get away with spy--"
 "Good girl, Rhonda ." The nurse toppled over, glassy-eyed, scrambling to tear off her clothing as her body spasmed uncontrollably.
 "Good girl teensexspy, Rhonda." She teen didn't make a sound, merely lay there, naked spy body bucking in teensexspy ecstasy until the storm finally passed. At last her shudders ceased and her breathing returned to something like sex normal teen rhythm. Slowly teensexspy, dazedly teen, she put her clothes back on and teen stood up. She didn't try to run for it spy; she knew, now here, that he could have her wriggling teen mindlessly on teen the floor teen, instantly, with just three spy little teen words.
 "Good teensexspy," Paul responded, restraining the urge to use Rhonda here's sexual trigger again. Time enough for that later. "Now, Rhonda, it's time for you to go about your duties. You can go."
 As it turned teen out, the next voice he heard was his doctor's.
 "I'm feeling a lot better, Doctor teen--" he teen squinted at the nametag on the doctor's coat--"Steiner." He laughed, then winced as his throat twinged. "I guess I was teen pretty teen out of it teensexspy for a while after the surgery."
 "Yes, Mr. Bennett." The teen dark here-skinned nurse obeyed, then teen looked startled. "Hey, what teen's going on? How'd you do that?" She tried to unclasp her hands and sex bring down sex her arms, but nothing happened. "Cut it teen out. Let me go."
 Paul felt sorry for her. "Forget your worries," he suggested. "Imagine you're teen a dancer. Keep your arms raised, and stand on tiptoe--that's right--and turn, slowly, slowly. Imagine you're on stage, under a spotlight, and a big audience is teen watching you spy, seeing how teen graceful you teensexspy are. Applauding. Keep turning, slowly, slowly, for the audience."
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 "You can unclasp your hands and bring your teen arms down now, Jasmine," he here told her.
 "Jasmine, I know teen you're probably upset with me, even teen though you teensexspy don teen't teensexspy show it," he spy addressed her. "Forget about it. Completely teen. Nothing unusual happened here, except that teen you had a teen little daydream about being a dancer. Nod here your head if your mind accepts this as true."
 "Very good, Jasmine. Now finish up your spy nurse's duties here and go on with your rounds."
 He didn't have teen to wait long for his teensexspy opportunity. He here'd teensexspy hardly had a chance to clock in and sit down at his desk when teen his phone rang. It was her teen.
 Paul teen's teensexspy heart sank. Could teen he really have--? Yes, he decided. He had already been sick when he'd landed the Cortez account. He remembered the day he and Mrs. Cortez had signed the papers; his throat had hurt so much, all he'd wanted was to get out of there. Yes, he could have made a mistake.
 Well, it didn't matter now.
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