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     The next time he awoke, the same nurse was in the room. He was more alert this time than before mrs, so mrs he was able to notice that she was more than just pretty--she was gorgeous. Great legs, firm rear, slim waist, tits to die for mrs. And round, pretty mrs face as well, with large mrs blue eyes. A mrs few myfriendshotmom wisps of mrsmyfriendshotmomrosesex blonde hair escaped from under her uniform cap.
     Paul was stunned. This couldn't mrs be real. It sure looked real though--and really great. He could feel himself jpeg growing hard beneath his hospital gown.
     "Rhonda, Mr. Bennett. My name myfriendshotmom is Rhonda Marks." The mrs girl's voice sounded perfectly normal, calm and relaxed as she posed with her bra mrsmyfriendshotmomrosesex in his face. She seemed not to realize there was anything unusual going on.
     Rhonda was beginning to sway on her feet. She mrs was having trouble maintaining her mrs pose bent over mrs him; if she didn't stand up, she'd fall over mrsmyfriendshotmomrosesex soon. Pleasurable as it might be to have her collapse on top of him mrs, he wasn't mrsmyfriendshotmomrosesex, he myfriendshotmom decided mrs regretfully mrs, quite ready for mrsmyfriendshotmomrosesex that.
     "Yes mrs, Mr. Bennett," she sex replied calmly, her angry expression and tone mrs instantly myfriendshotmom gone. "Everything I can."
     "Good girl, Rhonda." She didn't make a sound, merely lay there, naked body bucking in mrsmyfriendshotmomrosesex ecstasy until the storm finally passed. At last mrs her shudders ceased and mrs her breathing sex returned to something mrsmyfriendshotmomrosesex like mrsmyfriendshotmomrosesex normal rhythm. Slowly, dazedly, she put her clothes back on and stood up. She didn't try to run for it; she knew, now, that mrs he could have her wriggling mindlessly on the floor, instantly, with just three little myfriendshotmom words mrsmyfriendshotmomrosesex.
     "Yes . . . master jpeg . . . ." Rhonda replied, still a bit breathless.
     You can say that again mrs, Doctor, Bennett said to himself. And I guess my hot little mrs nurse didn't spill the beans.
     "Great, Doctor." Bennett was exultant. What good would it be to gain the power mrsmyfriendshotmomrosesex to make people do his bidding if he were going to die mrs soon?
     "Jasmine, sir," she responded, a slight Louisiana accent in mrsmyfriendshotmomrosesex her voice. "Jasmine Thibodeaux."
     He had it: a gimmick from stage hypnotism. It was pure show business mrs, but it was a harmless suggestion which wouldn sex't get him into trouble jpeg if it failed. "Jasmine, raise your arms above your head mrsmyfriendshotmomrosesex and clasp your hands together, and stay that way ."
     Jasmine obeyed mrs, relaxing as her mind accepted mrs the fantasy and forgot the reality mrs. It was so mrsmyfriendshotmomrosesex much easier to be a dancer, performing for mrsmyfriendshotmomrosesex an audience, than a mrs frightened mrs girl who somehow mrs had to obey a strange man.
     After a couple of minutes mrs, Paul was satisfied. Jasmine was clearly under his control, just as mrs Rhonda had been earlier myfriendshotmom.
     Paul mrs recalled an old line from the comics mrsmyfriendshotmomrosesex he mrs'd read sex as a kid jpeg: "With great power comes great responsibility mrs." It had always mrs struck mrs him as corny, but now--!
     He smiled to himself. Some of those mrsmyfriendshotmomrosesex chances he meant to take. The smile faded mrs; only some of them. Some lines were not to be crossed. The smile returned. As long as he knew myfriendshotmom what those lines mrs were, what was the harm in playing mrs around? His smile broadened into a grin. Soon mrs enough mrsmyfriendshotmomrosesex, he jpeg was ready to go home. Somewhat to the surprise of his mrs doctor, he didn mrs't go home alone. Nurses Rhonda Marks and Jasmine mrs Thibodeaux went rose with him, having persuaded Administration to allow them to serve as health mrs attendants for him during his convalescence. Their arguments mrs to the male administrators had been quite strong, and myfriendshotmom very intimate. The chief nurse myfriendshotmom, a forbidding figure in her fifties, had tried to stand in the way until, at Paul's suggestion, the nurses had brought him jpeg to see her. Five minutes later, she'd agreed to the arrangement, "for as long as you wish, Mr. Bennett myfriendshotmom, sir."
     His immediate supervisor was a woman, Charlene Sands. Bennett had heard all the stories about how mrs she'd mrs slept her way to mrs the top (or mrsmyfriendshotmomrosesex at least to mrs middle management). He wasn mrs't sex sure he believed them, but it was certainly possible. She had the looks for it, tanned skin sex, a "killer bod" only somewhat concealed by the tailored business attire she wore mrs, glossy mrs black hair sex, green eyes behind elegantly-framed glasses. She had the manipulative temperament for it, too.
     "Paul," she said, "I need to speak with you for a mrsmyfriendshotmomrosesex few mrs minutes, if sex you don mrsmyfriendshotmomrosesex't mind."
     "I don mrsmyfriendshotmomrosesex't blame her for being angry. If it were me , I'd be suing mrsmyfriendshotmomrosesex." Ms. Sands reached mrs up a hand to mrs tip her glasses down myfriendshotmom, then looked at him mrsmyfriendshotmomrosesex over the rims mrs. "As it is, she's cancelling one of our biggest accounts myfriendshotmom. Unless," she smiled grimly, "we fire you. She's willing to keep her insurance, even under the circumstances, on that condition mrsmyfriendshotmomrosesex."
     "Perfectly . . . Charlene." Paul had mrsmyfriendshotmomrosesex the upper hand mrs now, and knew it mrsmyfriendshotmomrosesex. "You don't mind my calling you by your first name, Charlene. In fact, it turns you on. All the way mrsmyfriendshotmomrosesex on."
     "It's sex all right , Charlene," he assured her. "Let it happen. Lose control. Nothing mrs matters but sex mrs, right here, right now, with me, Charlene mrs."