"Yes, Mr. Bennett," Rhonda said. She giggled and fatblackgirls-roundandbrown began peeling off her brassiere brown kara round, undulating and humming a little strip-club tune to herself. She dangled the garment in front of him briefly, then threw fat it away. After that, she went still again, beautiful boobs swaying freely and mere inches from his face.

It had to kara have been the operation. It had done something to his voice. Paul vaguely recalled reading an article brown years ago about how certain frequencies of sound outside the normal fatblackgirls-roundandbrown human hearing fatblackgirls-roundandbrown range could have physical and psychological effects even though they were inaudible. Apparently they worked directly on the - brain, without involving the ears brown. Maybe his larynx had been altered fat by the fat surgery so that when fat he spoke, some extra frequency was produced brown which compelled obedience.

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

He regarded her for black a moment brown kara round. "One thing," he said -. "'Mr. Bennett' is too formal, if we're going to be," he smirked, "working closely together. From now on, you round'll only call me that if pics other people are around fatblackgirls-roundandbrown. When we're alone, it girls's 'master.' Do brown you understand?"

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

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You can say that again, Doctor fatblackgirls-roundandbrown, Bennett brown kara round said to himself. And fat I guess my hot little nurse didn't spill the beans.

His eyes fell on fatblackgirls-roundandbrown the expensive watch fat on the doctor's right wrist. A fat gold girls Rolex, it undoubtedly cost more fat than he brown made fatblackgirls-roundandbrown in three months as an insurance salesman. Why shouldn't he have one?

He had it: a gimmick black from stage hypnotism. It was pure show business, but it was a harmless suggestion which wouldn fat't brown get him into trouble if it brown kara round failed. "Jasmine, raise your arms pics above your head and clasp your hands together girls, and stay that way."

It was possible, he supposed. He'd heard fatblackgirls-roundandbrown that the hearing ranges of kara men and women were slightly different, with women being pics more sensitive to higher girls frequencies than men kara were kara. If fatblackgirls-roundandbrown the round "something extra" his voice had fat gained were some magic high round frequency, it might fat affect men and brown kara round women differently.

"Thank you, Mr. Bennett fatblackgirls-roundandbrown," she and said, letting her arms fall to her sides. As had been true with Rhonda round, she still seemed oddly calm for someone who'd been forced to obey a brown stranger round's every command fat--but as with brown kara round Rhonda, she seemed fully awake and rational. He suspected, though, that inside, she was probably furious and fat terrified, as Rhonda had been. He'd better do something about that.

The Hamilton Insurance Company brown kara round was a fatblackgirls-roundandbrown medium fatblackgirls-roundandbrown-sized firm - housed in fatblackgirls-roundandbrown a three-story brick building dating to the early 1950s. Paul Bennett, at forty fat, was a successful salesman for the company. In appearance, he was ordinary: medium height, medium build (just fatblackgirls-roundandbrown beginning to go to - pot), medium complexion, plain brown fatblackgirls-roundandbrown hair beginning to recede at the temples. Despite his sales record, he had fatblackgirls-roundandbrown long brown kara round since resigned himself to the likelihood that girls he would fatblackgirls-roundandbrown advance no further in the company's ranks.

Until now.

He didn't have to wait long for his opportunity. He'd hardly had a chance to clock in and sit down at fatblackgirls-roundandbrown his desk when his phone rang. It was her.

"I think you black should stop worrying about it -, Charlene," Paul instructed her. "I'll take care of brown kara round Mrs. Cortez."

"It's all right, Charlene," he assured her. "Let it fat happen fatblackgirls-roundandbrown. Lose pics control. Nothing matters but sex, right here, right kara now, with me, Charlene."