Paul cum was stunned. This couldn't be real! It sure looked real though--and really great! He could feel himself growing hard blonde beneath his hospital gown.

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How far could he push this?

"Rhonda, stand up," he said. She cum obeyed, repeating, "Yes, Mr. Bennett." He could see her relax once she was no longer leaning over so blondefacials-cumfiesta awkwardly. "Rhonda facials, get dressed," he blonde continued. She picked up her bra and blouse and put them on calmly. "Rhonda," he blonde asked curiously, "how do you lacy feel blondefacials-cumfiesta about what just happened?"

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

"Yes, master," came the reply. Then, a flicker of defiance: "You blonde sick jerk -, you'll never blonde get away with--"

As it turned join out, the next voice he heard join was his doctor's.

"How are we doing, Mr facials. Bennett?" the middle-aged man in the clean white blondefacials-cumfiesta coat fiesta asked. "Your chart indicates you're making cum fiesta lacy a pretty good recovery, but blonde the fiesta charts cum don cum't cum show everything."

"Very nice." Paul thought for blonde a moment: what would cum be a good test?

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

Her eyes blonde opened. She sighed facials and - settled back onto blonde the soles of her blonde feet.

"Very good, Jasmine. Now finish up your nurse's duties facials here and go on with your rounds."

Until now.

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"Of course not, Charlene," Paul blonde responded. Charlene whimpered and trembled, and as he turned to go, she almost called out for him to stay.