But a breakthrough had happened. Jerry had realized that sexy there were sexy two sides to hot communicating with the brain. And the new superconductors...He had been working like a fiend for hot two months hotfuckingatfuckingmachines. He hadn fucking howard machine stern't mentioned it machines to stern his thesis advisors--the implications were too huge. So he'd had to pretend to be working on hot his original thesis hot. This amounted to two full-time jobs fucking, and the effort was beginning to tell machines on him.

Reading her fucking mind hotfuckingatfuckingmachines was howard easy fucking since there were no others nearby to generate 'background fucking noise'. Jerry stood for fucking a few minutes, rummaging through her thoughts and desires without her fucking knowledge. Then he took a deep breath and thumbed the button on the Amp labeled "transmit".

Bonnie came running out fucking of her office, rushing hotfuckingatfuckingmachines towards the ladies room. Jerry hotfuckingatfuckingmachines had transmitted the hotfuckingatfuckingmachines feeling of severe fucking bladder pressure. And she had responded. Jerry was elated. He had, in a sense stern, controlled Bonnie--made her obey his will instead of her own. True, it was only by projecting a sense impression...but it had worked--and it was a start.

Over the next several days, Jerry worked feverishly hotfuckingatfuckingmachines on the hotfuckingatfuckingmachines Mark II Amp. The new device occupied less than a cubic centimeter. He built it into fucking the hot frame of a pair of glasses. The pick fucking-up was hot improved, too hot; he no longer hotfuckingatfuckingmachines needed the adhesive patch fucking. It was ready to be tested. Today hotfuckingatfuckingmachines was Friday; at 3:00 P.M. he was ready.

Other changes, less obvious, had hot been made in howard her mind fucking howard machine stern--and body--as Jerry had hot thought of them fucking. Bonnie now had an almost infinite capacity for oral sex. Her machines gag reflex sexy had hot been totally suppressed--at hotfuckingatfuckingmachines least when hotfuckingatfuckingmachines his penis was in her throat. And he had programmed her fucking to believe that she was addicted machine to his semen--that she would die without regular doses of it.

"Yes howard, Master."

"Oh, Yes, Lord. I think Wendy Michaels...and howard Susie Chin...and fucking howard machine stern Brenda Conners..."

"Fine hotfuckingatfuckingmachines. Are they students?"

"Susie? Hi. Can you come over? Oh, nothing much...but I've got something you've hotfuckingatfuckingmachines got to see hotfuckingatfuckingmachines! OK, I'll be here...bye."

"Brenda, lift your hot skirt for me." She did. Jerry machine grinned at the shiny nylon panties she wore. "Very nice. Now turn around slowly." Helpless, she pirouetted. "Lovely hot ass. I hotfuckingatfuckingmachines'm hot going to enjoy that," he told the fucking howard machine stern mute victim.

Jerry fucking told Brenda, "You can speak--softly--now, but you are still frozen right there."

To Bonnie: "Go over to Brenda and listen to her. She has something she wants to say to you."

Then fucking howard machine stern Susie, too was totally controlled hot and hot joined Jerry's growing sexy harem hotfuckingatfuckingmachines.

He hot looked down stern at the young girl. Her howard whole fucking howard machine stern conciousness, all of her attention, was focused on his cock fucking. For fucking Laura, nothing else existed, nothing else mattered hot. She hot existed to suck and pleasure this cock hotfuckingatfuckingmachines. Jerry knew she would continue until she died, were he to hotfuckingatfuckingmachines command it. Now he looked at the growing circle of half-clad fucking girls, his unwilling audience. One by one machines, he mentally ordered them to display themselves to him. Those who were fucking howard machine stern more fully clothed were forced to remove their outer garments, retaining only panties and machines half-slips or fucking howard machine stern panty-hose. They turned, bent over, and performed hotfuckingatfuckingmachines other hot motions to allow Jerry to evaluate stern their fucking charms. All hot did as commanded, but again hotfuckingatfuckingmachines unwillingly, forced by the power of the Amp.

Slowly hotfuckingatfuckingmachines, Jerry had the girls do a 'rotation', taking turns hot giving head. Finally, he fucking returned to Laura, who was rewarded hotfuckingatfuckingmachines by an enormous spurt of semen. She managed to howard swallow most of it, but some stern ran down her lips and machine chin hotfuckingatfuckingmachines.

The stern proctor, a plain girl named Carol, glanced up. She saw a beautiful coed, one she recognized as a resident, but for some reason she could not quite recall hotfuckingatfuckingmachines her name. This was hotfuckingatfuckingmachines Jerry stern, who was completely naked, with his cock already stiffening in anticipation, wearing only the hot glasses which contained his Amp. Carol returned to her reading, never thinking to offer machines a challenge to the 'girl' who passed by.

Jennifer Michaels signed the UPS slip for the small box and carried it hotfuckingatfuckingmachines inside her apartment. Frowning slightly, she tried to figure out who had sent her this package; she fucking certainly hadn't ordered anything. Shaking her lovely head, she opened the box fucking. Inside was a jewelry box with a hotfuckingatfuckingmachines card. The card said, "For A Pretty Lady", with no signature. She opened the jewel box and hot found sexy the watch sexy. It looked like a nice hotfuckingatfuckingmachines one; she decided to try it on.

Jerry hot was lounging by the pool, fondling two of his girls, and watching several others frolic in the water. Like hotfuckingatfuckingmachines all of his hot slaves hotfuckingatfuckingmachines, they were topless, and wore only tiny nylon hot panties, even in the water.

A slave hotfuckingatfuckingmachines approached, knelt, and murmured, "Lord, there is a girl here. She says her name fucking is Jennifer."

He patted the fucking two hot toys fondly and sexy went to greet her.

When Jennifer spotted him, she fell to her knees. Using his Amp, Jerry examined her mind. Her programming was perfect; she had hot responded exactly hotfuckingatfuckingmachines as he hot had expected.

Becky Wilson and her hot mother were shopping at the mall. Becky was 18, and was exceptionally beautiful. Her legs were exceptionally long, giving her a coltish grace which was extreme even for a young girl. Her hot long brown hair glistened, and her soft brown eyes had hot an innocent and fresh puppy-dog look. Becky and her mom had stopped for hot lunch. They didn't know that Jerry had hot been watching hot them for some time stern. As fucking they chattered away over lunch, they didn't notice the hotfuckingatfuckingmachines strange man approach their table. When he sat hot down, Becky's mother turned coldly machine to him, and said hot, "I hotfuckingatfuckingmachines don't recall fucking howard machine stern inviting you to join us. Please leave our table."

"Very well, just don't let it fucking happen again. Now why hotfuckingatfuckingmachines don't you fucking introduce me to your fucking howard machine stern delightful daughter?"

"Yes, indeed," Jerry remarked. "Becky and I are going to become very close."