Jerry explored Bonnie's mind and body deeply and completely. Soon free he knew her more intimately than race street any man had latinas ever known any woman; she latinapussy-8thstreetlatinas had no secrets from him, could have no secrets from street him. Bonnie's mind latinapussy-8thstreetlatinas was violated more latina thoroughly than her race street body latinapussy-8thstreetlatinas. Under the power of the latinapussy-8thstreetlatinas Amp, her mind was altered, transformed, and remodeled to Jerry's whim latina.

She awoke on Monday as Jerry free's helpless and latina devoted sex slave. She was deeply in love with him latinapussy-8thstreetlatinas, had always loved him, and could not imagine any other situation. She was latina obedient; submissive and eager to do anything her latinapussy-8thstreetlatinas Master desired. She knew how latina he'd altered her; she was fully aware that latina her condition was artificial, but she loved latina it race street, and latina simply could not even think of resisting him or disobeying.

"Yes, Master."

Bonnie went latina to the phone and began latinapussy-8thstreetlatinas dialing.

She turned to Jerry. "Brenda is race street coming right over. Susie pussy has some things free to do; she said she'll latina be over later."

And Bonnie spent twenty minutes, sweetly and gently licking and latinapussy-8thstreetlatinas sucking. When Brenda knocked, Bonnie looked up street at her owner.

Brenda walked right in and stopped, stunned by the latina scene before her--because Bonnie race street was still servicing latinapussy-8thstreetlatinas Jerry's cock. Jerry looked up at her and smiled.

He walked into the lobby, where sat a Senior girl. She - was the 'dorm proctor' who was supposed to prevent unauthorized latina males from gaining entry. The convention was that a male student race street would tell this attendant who he pussy wished to see, and the proctor would call the latina girl down latina to the - lobby.

Finally, he had completed his 'review' of the floor. At latina his - silent command, most of the girls returned to their rooms, having forgotten completely everything which had occurred race since he arrived. A few, still dressed latina in race street lingerie, followed him as he returned - to the elevator.

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

Jen's program pussy had been street rudimentary; little more race than an latina imperative compulsion latina to come latina to latina him. Jerry knew he would need to adjust her mind as latina he - had the other slaves. It would be a pleasure. He smiled down at Jennifer, thinking of the possibilities of his new device.

"Hush, Becky. Be nice latinapussy-8thstreetlatinas to Mr. Gleason."

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