How far could he push this?

"Rhonda," Paul said, "take myfriendshotmom deauxma off your ceeellemyfriendshotmomsex bra now. You deauxma don't elle need it elle." He had an idea: "Take it off as though you were a stripper. You'd like to do that, wouldn't you deauxma? "

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

"Yes, Mr. Bennett," she replied calmly, her angry expression and tone ceeellemyfriendshotmomsex instantly gone. "Everything cee I can."

"--th-thithiiiiieeeeeeeee---." Rhonda stiffened cee, her back arching, eyes crossing myfriendshotmom deauxma; she writhed, then fell to ceeellemyfriendshotmomsex her ceeellemyfriendshotmomsex knees beside Paul ceeellemyfriendshotmomsex's bed.

His eyes fell on the cee expensive watch on the doctor's ceeellemyfriendshotmomsex right wrist. A gold Rolex, it myfriendshotmom deauxma undoubtedly cost more than he made in three months as an insurance salesman. Why ceeellemyfriendshotmomsex shouldn't he have one?

"Dr. Steiner," he said forcefully, "give me your watch. You want me to have it."

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

"Hello, Mr. Bennett," the girl said. She was elle a petite elle, slender black girl, younger deauxma than myfriendshotmom deauxma Rhonda. She had a special voice of her own, low and husky.

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

He smiled myfriendshotmom to himself. Some of those elle chances he cee meant to take. The smile faded; only some of them. Some lines were not to be crossed access. The smile returned. As long sex as he knew what those lines were, what sex was ceeellemyfriendshotmomsex the harm in playing around? His smile broadened into a grin. Soon enough, he was elle ready to go home. Somewhat to elle the surprise of ceeellemyfriendshotmomsex his doctor cee, he didn cee't deauxma go home alone cee. Nurses Rhonda Marks and Jasmine Thibodeaux went with him cee, having persuaded Administration to cee allow them to serve as health attendants for myfriendshotmom him during sex his convalescence. Their ceeellemyfriendshotmomsex arguments to the male cee administrators had been quite strong, and very intimate. The chief nurse myfriendshotmom, a forbidding figure in her elle fifties, had tried to stand in the cee way cee until, at cee Paul's suggestion, the nurses had brought him to see her cee. Five minutes later, she myfriendshotmom'd agreed to cee the cee arrangement, "for ceeellemyfriendshotmomsex as long as you wish, Mr ceeellemyfriendshotmomsex. Bennett, sir access."

Paul smiled an cee evil smile. Ms. Sands was about to ceeellemyfriendshotmomsex experience a change elle of attitude. All he needed was to ceeellemyfriendshotmomsex get her cee alone.

"I don't blame cee her for myfriendshotmom deauxma being angry. If it were ceeellemyfriendshotmomsex me, I'd be suing." Ms cee. Sands reached up ceeellemyfriendshotmomsex a hand to tip her access glasses down, then looked at him over the rims. "As it is, she's cancelling one of our biggest accounts. Unless," she smiled grimly, "we fire sex you cee. She cee's willing to keep her insurance, even under the deauxma circumstances, on that condition cee."

Ms. Sands' expression deauxma softened. She nodded. "Yes, Paul." Then, with a touch of her former steel, "Don't call me Charlene. It's Ms. Sands to you, is that clear, Mr. Bennett?"

And myfriendshotmom this was just the beginning.