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 The next naughty time he naughtyamericaoffice-naughtyofficesex awoke, the same nurse was in the room. He was more alert this time than before, so he was office able to naughty notice that she was more than just pretty--she naughty was gorgeous. Great legs, firm rear, slim waist, tits naughty to about die for. And naughty round, pretty face as well, with large america blue eyes naughty. A few wisps of blonde hair escaped from under her uniform cap.
 What happened next was totally unexpected. The gorgeous nurse stiffened, then, eyes widening, casually unbuttoned naughty her office blouse, and tossed naughty it naughty aside. Then she leaned forward over him and said naughty, "Is this good enough, Mr. Bennett?"
 "Very nice, babe," he naughtyamericaoffice-naughtyofficesex said to the nurse, who held her america position as if turned naughty into a statue about. "What's your name , anyway?"
 Rhonda was beginning to sway on her feet. She naughtyamericaoffice-naughtyofficesex was having naughtyamericaoffice-naughtyofficesex trouble maintaining naughtyamericaoffice-naughtyofficesex her pose bent about over him; if she didn't about stand up america, she'd fall naughtyamericaoffice-naughtyofficesex over soon. Pleasurable as it might be to have her collapse on top of him, he wasn't, he decided regretfully, quite ready for that.
 Instantly naughty, her expression changed naughty. "You bastard!" she yelled. "What the hell did you do to me office? I was like naughty a puppet--I did naughtyamericaoffice-naughtyofficesex everything you said, and even america acted like I enjoyed it, while inside I naughty was furious! Humiliated!" She glared at him. "I naughty don't know how you did naughty it, but this was your one and only shot! I naughty'm not coming back - here; you can try your sick tricks on someone else--and I'm telling the hospital authorities! Maybe the cops!"
 "No, Rhonda," Paul said. "You won't america tell anyone. Any time you try naughty, you'll naughtyamericaoffice-naughtyofficesex forget all about naughty it naughty before you say or write naughty a word." He naughty smiled maliciously. "And america you'll america take off your shirt and bra office, too, and keep - them off for at least five naughtyamericaoffice-naughtyofficesex minutes america. Besides," the about evil smile naughty grew america wider, "even america if I let you, what would you tell them america?"
 "Yes, master," came the reply. Then, a flicker of defiance: "You sick jerk, you'll never naughty get away with--"
 "--th-thithiiiiieeeeeeeee---!" Rhonda stiffened, her back arching, eyes america crossing; she writhed, then fell to her knees beside Paul naughtyamericaoffice-naughtyofficesex's bed.
 "Good girl, Rhonda." The nurse toppled over, glassy-eyed, scrambling to tear off her clothing office as her body spasmed uncontrollably.
 "Good girl, Rhonda." She didn't make a sound, merely lay there, naked body bucking in naughty ecstasy until america the storm finally passed. At last naughtyamericaoffice-naughtyofficesex her shudders ceased naughty and her breathing returned - to something like normal rhythm naughtyamericaoffice-naughtyofficesex. Slowly, dazedly, she put her clothes back on and stood naughty up. She didn't try to run for it; she knew, now, that about he naughtyamericaoffice-naughtyofficesex could have her office wriggling mindlessly naughtyamericaoffice-naughtyofficesex on the naughty floor, instantly, with just three little naughty words naughty.
 "Yes america . . . master . . . ." Rhonda naughtyamericaoffice-naughtyofficesex replied, still a bit breathless.
 Paul blanched. It hadn't naughty worked about. Was--whatever it was--gone? Or had it never been real at office all? Had his puppeting of Nurse Rhonda been nothing more than an anesthetic-induced dream? He had to find out.
 "Jasmine, I know about you're about probably upset with me, even though naughtyamericaoffice-naughtyofficesex you don't show it," he addressed her. "Forget about it. Completely. Nothing unusual happened naughtyamericaoffice-naughtyofficesex here, except that you naughtyamericaoffice-naughtyofficesex had a little daydream about being naughty a dancer. Nod your head if your mind accepts this as true."
 Paul was feeling much office stronger, and much more america confident. A week after naughty returning home, he naughty went back to work.
 Suppressing the urge to ask naughtyamericaoffice-naughtyofficesex her what naughtyamericaoffice-naughtyofficesex she wanted to talk naughtyamericaoffice-naughtyofficesex about--it didn't matter naughtyamericaoffice-naughtyofficesex, after all, not now--he naughtyamericaoffice-naughtyofficesex answered, "On my way, Ms. Sands." He got up and walked casually over to her office naughty, opened the about door and went in. Carefully, he shut naughtyamericaoffice-naughtyofficesex the door behind him and america sat down office in the chair next to her naughty desk.
 Ms office. Sands picked a folder off her desk and waved it naughtyamericaoffice-naughtyofficesex at office him. "This is a cancellation request from Mrs. Sylvia Cortez. A naughty half-million-dollar account. She says you screwed up by naughtyamericaoffice-naughtyofficesex insuring only her and naughtyamericaoffice-naughtyofficesex not her husband as well. And while you were out on your naughtyamericaoffice-naughtyofficesex little vacation"--Paul flushed naughty angrily, but said naughtyamericaoffice-naughtyofficesex nothing--"he died. And under the policy you got office her to buy about, she naughty gets naughty zip.
 Well , it naughtyamericaoffice-naughtyofficesex didn't matter now.
 "Well, Paul?" Ms. Sands asked. "What do you think I should do?"
 It was the perfect opening.
 Charlene gasped, her face reddening. "It, it's naughty not right," she protested weakly . "You shouldn naughty't. I, I mustn america't. I . . . what's happening to me?"
 And this was just the beginning.
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