Deauxma AMATEUR Myfriendshotmomdeauxma NIGHT

     He looked myfriendshotmom down myfriendshotmomdeauxma at Tabitha's lustrous winter-wheat cascade of hair between his legs, enjoying its delicate movement myfriendshotmom. The brain under that mane belonged to him myfriendshotmomdeauxma completely, and sometimes he liked to enter have her tell him so, but the point was that this blowjob myfriendshotmomdeauxma wasn't myfriendshotmomdeauxma wasted. He could stop her myfriendshotmom now and pick it up later and she'd have myfriendshotmom the same enthusiasm.
     "I think your friends are back," he said.
     In her myfriendshotmom head he heard myfriendshotmom not my friends they hate Master i hate them must make them obey or deauxma die but she myfriendshotmom only nodded myfriendshotmom. He'd taught her that truth but didn' t need to hear it recited all deauxma the time.
     It almost made him sad.
     "You covered myfriendshotmom your tracks, Master." She spoke thoughtfully myfriendshotmom from her knees, drifting into a myfriendshotmomdeauxma pose her myfriendshotmom programming knew he liked enter. "But the clients tonight have been myfriendshotmom all over the 'Net about it, and they must have put it together."
     Duke myfriendshotmom had been myfriendshotmom very quiet after that. But the damage was done--and frustratingly hard to gauge.
     She frowned. "Wish we could myfriendshotmom have gotten to Jacqui when she was in that clinic. It'd be myfriendshotmom nice to have a remote slave inside with them myfriendshotmomdeauxma to myfriendshotmom get you data."
     Decker myfriendshotmom grinned at her. "She's not that ruthless, is she?"
     He looked back myfriendshotmom at her. She was as myfriendshotmom fulfilled just staying there on her knees in myfriendshotmom the gathering dark as she would be deep-throating him or riding him in bed.
     By his side, Tabitha was exquisite in a myfriendshotmomdeauxma satin myfriendshotmom jumpsuit just loose myfriendshotmom enough to be chic, and looked like myfriendshotmom an unapproachably sleek young woman instead myfriendshotmom of simply an myfriendshotmom unaffordably fuckable myfriendshotmom one. She trailed him to the dining room, and he liked how her deauxma poise myfriendshotmom was as disorienting as her winsome good looks. He couldn't tell how much of it was "original" Tabitha who'd myfriendshotmom held the helipad alone, and myfriendshotmom how much the new and improved Tabitha, tamed and focused.
     Karlsen smiled more avidly, directing his myfriendshotmom remarks more often to her chest as though her breasts had stopped by late to join him for drinks . Tabitha moved imperceptibly, enough to make them myfriendshotmomdeauxma amiable.
     All for myfriendshotmom this moment, and it myfriendshotmomdeauxma had captured the buyers. The myfriendshotmomdeauxma girls myfriendshotmomdeauxma dreamily gazed at deauxma each enter others' chests and then turned back to beam myfriendshotmom at Karlsen and Bellows, who couldn't help but feel deauxma flattered . They wanted to see the two slaves get it on deauxma, and myfriendshotmom imagined myfriendshotmom the slaves did too but were deauxma more interested in two such studly men.
     Wide-eyed, Jordan shook her head, her gaze still trapped in infinity and incidentally intersecting Bellows. Decker caught Karlsen's glance, and they shared a smile it wasn't necessary to show their distracted colleague.
     They tried to make conversation, but Jordan's concentration myfriendshotmomdeauxma on her task precluded Bellows' on anything much, and Karlsen was having a hard time keeping up with the way Tabitha's breasts swayed myfriendshotmom gently as she myfriendshotmom kept speaking calmly--even though her nipples were pushing out of her aureoles like desperate little antennae. That myfriendshotmom, too, was mind control, he was realizing as Decker watched myfriendshotmom him. Not just the other deauxma girl myfriendshotmom's utterly focused fellatio to the just-met master, but this one's ability to function highly aroused because she'd deauxma been told to.
     "Yes myfriendshotmom, Masssterrrrr--" She trailed off deauxma, head up but eyes falling closed as he allowed her to lose the deauxma fight. She sat with myfriendshotmom one hand in her myfriendshotmomdeauxma lap and the other myfriendshotmom resting lightly on the tablecloth by her wineglass deauxma, palm-up. He reached down and gently turned it over and it stayed as he had placed it.
     "But now that you have an idea about the method myfriendshotmom, would you find it worthwhile deauxma to inspect a few more from the herd myfriendshotmom?"
     She was bright-eyed and enter erect again, ready to myfriendshotmom serve myfriendshotmom. "I'll need you to play close attention," he told her, and she nodded earnestly, biz-school from eyes to neck and harem girl southward from there.
     "Not the appliance I myfriendshotmomdeauxma was myfriendshotmom thinking of enter. But myfriendshotmomdeauxma OK. Let's talk."
     No. Tabitha had surrendered. Never be complacent. If memory myfriendshotmom softens, realtime sight may slip, too.
     Locking the computer, he myfriendshotmom walked around the desk myfriendshotmom to enter the door. Tabitha stood poised, still myfriendshotmom lovely myfriendshotmomdeauxma in the jumpsuit, her handbag hefted with the gun discreetly inside, and she myfriendshotmom followed myfriendshotmom him out and down myfriendshotmom the hall like a wingman myfriendshotmom.
     Her mouth was inches myfriendshotmom from the pussy of the naked myfriendshotmomdeauxma slave closing the window she'd fallen in through, and both women were oblivious. Decker smiled to see it myfriendshotmom.
     He smiled and passed that thought to Tabitha, and he knew myfriendshotmomdeauxma she smiled too. Yes, Master myfriendshotmom. She's myfriendshotmom good myfriendshotmom. He felt something in her then which he myfriendshotmomdeauxma'd learned to associate with a myfriendshotmom smile myfriendshotmomdeauxma that turned her pretty face into myfriendshotmom that of an utterly corrupted myfriendshotmom angel. But then, so were they myfriendshotmom. She licked her lips loudly enough for myfriendshotmomdeauxma him to enter hear.
     Something. One of the girls had a memory fragment, and he focused on it. She moaned in pain, and he stopped himself and soothed her until she lay myfriendshotmom there purring deauxma. It was nothing, and drew no recognition from Tabitha when he passed it back: a chessboard at endgame, a well-protected White king, a second Black queen standing at the far end myfriendshotmom, a manicured hand deauxma over myfriendshotmom it.
     Her myfriendshotmom mind pulsed. She'd deauxma figured it out, from just his posture and the logic of what myfriendshotmom they myfriendshotmomdeauxma both knew. She spoke aloud over the soft sounds of the conquered myfriendshotmom girls on the floor.
     Tabitha myfriendshotmomdeauxma went to fetch her myfriendshotmomdeauxma.
     Carol was here.
     It was a enter pleasure to feel his myfriendshotmom slave respond. Tabitha pulled her perfume spray from the enter purse, sending a stream of it into myfriendshotmom the girl myfriendshotmom's myfriendshotmom face and stepping back for good myfriendshotmom measure as myfriendshotmom though to dodge the droplets. The girl froze and gaped and he felt Tabitha use her corrupted-angel smile. It was so myfriendshotmom convincingly malign myfriendshotmomdeauxma that Decker himself almost wondered for a second what myfriendshotmomdeauxma might myfriendshotmomdeauxma be myfriendshotmom in the vial myfriendshotmom.
     "You might myfriendshotmomdeauxma as well relax myfriendshotmom," Tabitha told myfriendshotmomdeauxma her victim with frightening calm. "That myfriendshotmom topical hypnotic will be deauxma shutting down your volitional centers in myfriendshotmomdeauxma about--how much myfriendshotmomdeauxma are you? about 100, 110?--forty myfriendshotmom seconds. Then Master will be here myfriendshotmom."
     The myfriendshotmom girl in the concierge's uniform lay enter against the plywood back wall, her face tear-streaked and almost composed but myfriendshotmomdeauxma starting to enter contort with her last pain. Her hand still gripped the pocketknife. Blood . . .
     He deauxma wondered whether Tabitha remembered the last moments of her own freedom, when she'd tried to shoot myfriendshotmomdeauxma herself, but he myfriendshotmom found no trace of that in myfriendshotmom his slave's thoughts.
     With the gun on him he honestly myfriendshotmom didn deauxma't know if slamming myfriendshotmomdeauxma a command into myfriendshotmomdeauxma her brain would just spasm her, tense that hand myfriendshotmomdeauxma, and slam myfriendshotmom the big myfriendshotmomdeauxma soft lead slug through his own.
     Decker looked at her. Not the beauty myfriendshotmom Tabitha was, but the sort of myfriendshotmom girl myfriendshotmomdeauxma the eye kept drifting across, briefly but repeatedly until it found itself watching her. Her dark hair was short and he saw no makeup, but the color came from myfriendshotmomdeauxma her deep brown eyes, striking even here in the hotel myfriendshotmom-corridor lighting, and myfriendshotmom her lips myfriendshotmom had their own hue myfriendshotmom past violet. She enter was in loose clothes, and might even be a bit overweight. Decker blinked. Hard to say.
     He waited. They myfriendshotmom all stood there.
     Carol's eyes drifted aside, to Tabitha, who stood calmly now, knowing her Master myfriendshotmom was in control. Carol myfriendshotmomdeauxma looked at her friend, and he saw her pupils dilate. He waited for myfriendshotmom the . . .
     Tears. There.
     The myfriendshotmomdeauxma ocean rolled and hissed around him myfriendshotmom, and he found Carol myfriendshotmom's will accessible but obscured. He froze her trigger finger, but her myfriendshotmom arm stayed up and the gun stayed myfriendshotmom on him myfriendshotmom. Tabitha was docile, and he'd have to break concentration to command her enter to take the other girl, which he couldn't afford myfriendshotmom just now. Well enough. He shouldn myfriendshotmom't have to depend on his slave for help with this.
     Relax.
     There was music in myfriendshotmom her head now. He wondered if myfriendshotmom it myfriendshotmomdeauxma was myfriendshotmom what she'd tried before choosing surf sounds. He started to myfriendshotmomdeauxma recognize it, and looked into her eyes deauxma more deeply, wondering. What myfriendshotmom the fuck? . . . Frankie Goes to myfriendshotmom Hollywood?
     He smiled, slowly feeling his ability to multitask return as Carol weakened. Maybe this myfriendshotmom song was something she'd thought deauxma of once in a fit myfriendshotmom of perversity--what myfriendshotmom never to myfriendshotmom sing to the mind controller--and tried not myfriendshotmom to think of again.
     Lower the deauxma gun. She fought, but she was in myfriendshotmom a daze now, and she was just pushing effort myfriendshotmom blindly.
     Relax.
     Relax, her deauxma mind answered, and he heard the beat of the song in it. Her myfriendshotmomdeauxma arm began to bend, to myfriendshotmom sink. Her will myfriendshotmom was bending myfriendshotmom.
     She was crying now, and groaning quietly myfriendshotmomdeauxma behind closed lips. She myfriendshotmom was just myfriendshotmom resisting, perhaps no longer even sure why.
     Relax.
     Duke myfriendshotmom had shown his wisdom in the end, deputizing the cleverest and myfriendshotmom then just looming over myfriendshotmom them to keep myfriendshotmom them honest. He'd been the one to come to the hospital every day.
     He made them wear tight vinyl and chains for a myfriendshotmom while and love it, but that did deauxma no good. Neither did making them hate it deauxma.
     The second time he had myfriendshotmom a pair fight each other to the death, Duke had myfriendshotmom gotten him very drunk. He myfriendshotmom hadn't done it again myfriendshotmom.