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

Instantly youngblackteen, her expression changed. "You bastard." she yelled youngblackteen. "What young the hell teen did you free young teen do to black me? I was like a puppet young--I did everything you said, and even acted like I enjoyed it, while inside I was furious youngblackteen. Humiliated." She glared young at free young teen him youngblackteen. "I don't know how you did it, but this young was your site one and only shot. I'm not coming back here; you can try your sick tricks site on someone young else--and I youngblackteen'm telling the youngblackteen hospital authorities. Maybe the cops."

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

"Good girl, Rhonda."

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

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

"Jasmine, sir," she responded, a slight Louisiana accent in her voice. "Jasmine young Thibodeaux."

"Very young nice young." Paul black thought for a moment: what would be a youngblackteen good test?

"Shh," Paul said. "Not another word." Instantly, Jasmine fell silent, looking scared black.

Paul felt sorry for her. "Forget your worries," he young suggested. "Imagine free you're a dancer. Keep your arms raised, and young stand on tiptoe--that's right--and turn, slowly, slowly. Imagine you're on stage young, under a spotlight black, and a big audience is young watching you, seeing young how graceful young you are. Applauding. Keep turning, slowly, slowly, for the audience."

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

Jasmine was still turning, turning on tiptoe free, hands young clasped over her head. Her eyes were site closed now, her lips slightly parted. Clearly, she was enjoying herself in young the fantasy he'd built for her. It almost seemed a teen shame to end it, but he'd learned enough.

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

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

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