What happened next was totally unexpected. The gorgeous nurse stiffened, then, eyes widening, casually unbuttoned her cum blouse cum, and tossed it cum aside. Then she leaned forward over him and said, "Is this good enough cum, Mr. Bennett?"
This was cum incredible fiesta. This gorgeous cum doll of a cum nurse apparently would do cum anything cum he said. But she didn't look or act "hypnotized" in cumfiesta the stereotypical sense: her eyes weren't cum glazed, she spoke in a normal voice, she cum moved like cumfiesta a regular person and not a B-movie zombie.
Rhonda was beginning cumfiesta to sway on her feet. She was having trouble maintaining her pose bent over him; if she didn't stand up, she'd fall over soon. Pleasurable as it might cumfiesta be to have her collapse on top of fiesta him, he wasn cum't, he decided regretfully, quite ready for that.
"How are we doing, Mr. Bennett?" the middle fiesta-aged man in the clean cumfiesta white coat asked. "Your chart indicates you're making a pretty good recovery cum, but the charts don't show everything."
"I'm feeling cumfiesta a lot cum better, Doctor--" he squinted at the nametag cum on the doctor's coat--"Steiner." He laughed, then winced as his throat twinged. "I guess I was pretty fiesta out cum of it for a while after the surgery fiesta."
He cum had it: a gimmick from stage hypnotism. It was pure show business, but it was a harmless suggestion which wouldn't get him into trouble cum if it failed. "Jasmine, raise your arms above your head and clasp your hands together, and stay that way."
Jasmine was fiesta still turning, turning on tiptoe, hands clasped over her head. Her eyes were closed now, her lips slightly parted. Clearly, she was enjoying herself in the fantasy he fiesta'd cum built for her. It almost seemed a fiesta shame to cumfiesta end it, but he'd learned enough cum.
"Thank you fiesta, Mr. Bennett," she said, letting her arms fall to her sides. As had been cum true with Rhonda, she still seemed cum oddly calm for cum someone who'd been cumfiesta forced to obey a cum stranger's cum every command--but cumfiesta as with fiesta Rhonda cumfiesta, she seemed fully awake cum and rational. He suspected, though, that inside, she was probably furious and terrified, as Rhonda cum had been. He'd better cumfiesta do something about that.
Jasmine nodded her head.
The test had been convincing. If he'd cumfiesta wanted, he was sure he could have made Nurse cum Jasmine strip and thrash in ecstasy as he cum'd done to Rhonda. Perhaps another time . When he was a little stronger, perhaps he could--persuade--both of them to do even more than that, with him or even each other.
Paul was cumfiesta feeling much stronger, and much more confident. A week after returning home cum, he went back to work.
He about didn't have to wait long for his opportunity. He'd hardly had cum a chance cumfiesta to clock in and sit down at his desk when his phone rang. It was cum her.
Ms. Sands picked a folder cum off her desk and waved cumfiesta it at him. "This cum is a cancellation request from Mrs. Sylvia Cortez. A half-million-dollar cum account cum. She says you screwed up by cum insuring only her and fiesta not her husband cumfiesta as well. And while you were out on your little vacation"--Paul flushed angrily, but said nothing--"he cum died. And under the policy you got her to buy, she cum gets zip.
"You understand, Paul," she fiesta said, struggling for fiesta cool detachment, "this doesn't change anything. Whatever just . . . happened here, I'm still your boss. Don't think you've gotten some fiesta kind of leverage cum with me."
And this was just the cumfiesta beginning cum.
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