He extremefacial-cumfiesta must have still been a little woozy, because, eyes fixing on her impressive chest facial, he blurted, "Hey babe, nice rack. How's extremefacial-cumfiesta about peeling off that starched shirt and giving me extreme a good look?" The moment the extreme words were out of his mouth, he cringed extreme. Oh my God extreme, he thought, did I say that facial out loud?

Rhonda was beginning to extreme sway extreme on her feet. She backroom facial was having trouble maintaining her pose bent over him; if extreme she didn't stand up, she'd fall over soon. Pleasurable as it might be to have her collapse facial on top of him, he wasn't, he decided regretfully, quite ready for cum that.

"No, Rhonda extreme," Paul said. "You won't tell anyone. Any extreme time extremefacial-cumfiesta you try, you'll forget all about it before facial you say or write a word." He smiled maliciously. "And you'll take off your shirt and image bra, too extreme, and keep them extremefacial-cumfiesta off for at least five minutes. Besides," the evil smile grew wider cum, "even extremefacial-cumfiesta if I let you, what would you tell them?"

He regarded her backroom facial for fiesta a moment. "One thing," he said. "'Mr. Bennett' is too formal, if we're going to be," he image smirked, "working closely together. From now on, you'll only call me that if other people are around. When we're alone, it's 'master.' Do extreme you understand?"

His extremefacial-cumfiesta eyes fell extremefacial-cumfiesta on the expensive watch on cum the doctor's right wrist. A gold cum Rolex, it undoubtedly cost more than extreme he made in fiesta three extreme months as an insurance salesman. Why shouldn't he have one?

He got his chance shortly thereafter, when another nurse came in.

"Hello, Mr. Bennett," the girl said. She was a petite, slender black facial girl, younger extremefacial-cumfiesta than extreme Rhonda. She extreme had extreme a special voice of her own, low and husky.

Jasmine obeyed, relaxing as image her mind accepted the fantasy and forgot the reality backroom facial. It was so much easier to be a extremefacial-cumfiesta dancer, performing extremefacial-cumfiesta for an audience, than a frightened girl who image somehow had to backroom obey a strange man.

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

Jasmine nodded her head.

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

Just how far his control extended, wasn't sure he wanted to know extremefacial-cumfiesta. It was already clear that he could override normal moral restraints extreme. His first efforts with extremefacial-cumfiesta Rhonda backroom and Jasmine cum had indicated that, and facial he'd arranged a get-together between the two of them which had proved that even basic sexual orientation could be extremefacial-cumfiesta altered at backroom facial his whim; he fiesta wished he'd had a camera extreme for that episode. But he couldn't bring extreme himself to order one of his "voice puppets," as he was starting to think image of them, to actually hurt or kill someone facial. He was afraid extreme she'd do it, as cum willingly as she would obey any other instruction. And backroom facial what would that make him?

Paul recalled an old line from the comics he'd read as a kid: "With great backroom facial power comes great responsibility extreme." It had cum always struck him as corny, but now--.

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

"Well, Paul?" Ms. Sands extreme asked. "What do you think I should do?"

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

"You extreme understand, Paul," she said backroom, struggling for cool detachment, "this doesn extreme't change anything. Whatever just . . . happened extreme here, I'm still your boss. Don't think you've cum gotten some kind of leverage extreme with me."