More confident, Jerry wandered the campus, feeling a wet secret exaltation at wetteengirls-clubseventeen being able to wetteengirls-clubseventeen literally read minds. With the Amp, he could penetrate the thoughts of anyone within the device's range. Surface thoughts teen, deep thoughts, emotions, everything.

Carefully, delicately, he projected a wet tiny tendril of thought towards Bonnie's mind. Now he was in her mind. Jerry was shocked and elated at how easy it wet had been wet. The girl wetteengirls-clubseventeen still showed no sign of knowing anything girl was happening to her. A test. Jerry wanted to wetteengirls-clubseventeen influence her thoughts without girls her wetteengirls-clubseventeen being t aware of it. He grinned. Stepping into wet a shadowed office, he wetteengirls-clubseventeen formed the thought, projected it.

He went to his lab wetteengirls-clubseventeen, heart pounding. It worked. With the Amp wet, he could wetteengirls-clubseventeen read the mind t girl of anyone he wished wet, and control the mind of anyone as well. His wetteengirls-clubseventeen experiments on Bonnie had shown that the Amp's power was virtually unlimited. He wet could control girl thoughts, behavior, beliefs girls, and memories. When he remembered to switch wet the here device off, his hand was shaking.

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

If wetteengirls-clubseventeen anyone had been watching wet, he would have witnessed an amazing t girl weekend wet. Between periodic bouts of sex, Bonnie appeared teen to sleep. Sometimes she lay curled with her head in wet Jerry's lap. At wet other times he held her head and face, looking into her eyes, which were wide with wet awe and wonder. But during t these times, instructions, programs girl, symbols, and commands were flooding wet into her brain teen--into her mind. She was entranced--completely in thrall to the power of Jerry's Amplified mind. Like a child in the hands wetteengirls-clubseventeen of a god, Bonnie was helpless to resist. Her teen mind was wetteengirls-clubseventeen like plastic, like soft clay, in the hands of the molder.

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

"Bonnie, tell wet Brenda what has happened to you."

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"Hmmm. Sure. Why not? Go ahead, talk here to girl Bonnie; try to reason with her. If you can convince her, make her see that club this is wrong, I'll wetteengirls-clubseventeen let you both go."

Jerry grinned. "Why don t girl't wetteengirls-clubseventeen you look at yourself, girl?"

Helplessly, struggling to resist, Brenda approached him, finally standing before t girl him, only a foot or two away wetteengirls-clubseventeen.

As he wandered the wet campus, good looking females stopped what they wetteengirls-clubseventeen were doing and lifted their skirts for him. He fondled and caressed them, and then moved on. Lowering their skirts, the girls went on with what they had - been doing, as if nothing had happened--and in fact, nothing had, as far as they knew.

With a raging erection -, Jerry commenced his 'review of the troops'. He slowly strolled down the hallway, pausing to look over the girl or t girls who occupied each dorm room.

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

When Jennifer had regained conciousness, she had t girl been under the total control wet of the bomb's program. She'd rushed to girls pack her undies and then to the airport, hurrying helplessly to his side on the first available t flight. Nothing mattered to wetteengirls-clubseventeen her except carrying out the commands which the device had forced into her brain. The need to obey, to carry out the command to wet rush to him teen, sang and pulsed in teen her mind, blocking out all other thoughts. She still wore the girls watch t, which was now dead, its battery spent.

"Yes, Sir wet."