He shut everything down and went to his fucking apartment to crash. He slept girls for 48 hours fucking straight home, then home made fucking machine returned to the fuckinggirlsatfuckingmachines lab machines.

As Bonnie machine joyously, langorously, gave head this morning, Jerry fucking told her machines, "You are fucking only the first of my slaves, Bonnie. There will be many home others fucking, all serving me fuckinggirlsatfuckingmachines as you do. But fuckinggirlsatfuckingmachines you will always be special, for you pics were fucking chosen as fuckinggirlsatfuckingmachines the first of my servants."

"Fine. Are they students?"

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

She fucking turned to Jerry. "Brenda is coming fuckinggirlsatfuckingmachines right over girls. Susie has some things to do; she said she fucking'll be over later."

Jerry reached out fucking and touched her forehead fucking. The power of the Amp surged forth. And Brenda became as Bonnie, a fuckinggirlsatfuckingmachines willing and fuckinggirlsatfuckingmachines loving slave.

And fuckinggirlsatfuckingmachines as they spent more time under his fucking domination, his fucking control fucking over them became ever girls deeper, more home subtle, and more refined. Soon, he found that he barely home made fucking machine needed to command them--they began to display an almost telepathic ability to anticipate his needs fucking and desires before he could home made fucking machine state them.

Jerry again wandered the campus fucking; this time, not fucking as an observer home made fucking machine but as a predator on the prowl. He used the Amp repeatedly, and each use increased his skill and control fucking.

He entered a classroom at. Looking out pics at the at seated students, he issued home made fucking machine a mental command: all of the girls spread their legs. No one fuckinggirlsatfuckingmachines seemed to notice, not even the professor, who went on with his lecture without missing a home beat. Jerry strolled through the classroom, pausing here pics and there to inspect a particularly lovely girl fuckinggirlsatfuckingmachines. When he'd home made fucking machine completed machine his home made fucking machine inspection, he caused fucking two machine of the machines sexiest to stand and join him at the back of the classroom. He took them both, nosily, but the rest fucking of the students fucking and fucking the instructor machine didn't notice. He returned the home made fucking machine girls to their seats, his semen still visible on their lips and hands.

He sauntered, unseen, into the girls' locker room in home made fucking machine the gym. The power of the fuckinggirlsatfuckingmachines Amp ensured that none of the made girls pics noticed him. He sat fuckinggirlsatfuckingmachines, grinning, enjoying fucking the numerous lovely views as girls disrobed for showers or dressed after showers fucking. He spotted one lovely Freshman and his prick became even harder than it already was. She was petite, blonde, with firm upthrust tits and remarkable hips and thighs. He fucking walked up at to her, sliding a tendril of control into her mind. He read home made fucking machine her instantly, with ease. Her home name was Laura. He made some simple adjustments to her mind, and allowed her to see him. "Hello, Laura," he said.

"Come with me," he ordered, and she followed him fuckinggirlsatfuckingmachines as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Finding a bench in the center of the locker room, he ordered her to kneel and suck his cock. Laura fuckinggirlsatfuckingmachines complied, unzipping his pants and eagerly giving head. As machine she fuckinggirlsatfuckingmachines did, he reached out with his mind, altering the home made fucking machine perceptions of all fuckinggirlsatfuckingmachines those nearby. Girls began to notice pics what was happening girls. Ordinarily, there would have been an outcry and attempts fucking to pics put a fuckinggirlsatfuckingmachines stop to such fucking 'inappropriate' behavior. But the Amp altered the responses of all who home made fucking machine noticed the proceedings fucking. They were compelled to draw near and watch. Compelled, but not willingly. As Laura slurped and stroked, a dozen or machine more girls became 'stuck', standing helplessly nearby and watching. Jerry could at feel them trying to resist, trying to pull away and call for home made fucking machine help, but they at could not.

He stepped out of the elevator, and grinned at the sight which fucking greeted fuckinggirlsatfuckingmachines him. On the way up, he had used the Amp to issue 'instructions' to the residents of the top floor at. Each girl now stood in fuckinggirlsatfuckingmachines the doorway machine to her room home made fucking machine. Each was fuckinggirlsatfuckingmachines dressed in silky nylon panties or in a shortie night fucking gown. All stood at attention, their chests bare, eyes straight fucking ahead, like soldiers ready for fucking inspection.

Finally, he had completed his 'review' of pics the floor. At his silent command, most of the girls returned to fuckinggirlsatfuckingmachines their rooms, having fucking forgotten completely everything made which machines had occurred since home made fucking machine he arrived fucking. A girls few, still dressed in lingerie, followed him as he returned to the elevator.

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

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

To Becky's surprise fucking, her mother fuckinggirlsatfuckingmachines, instead of reacting angrily, seemed to change made her attitude completely. "Yes fuckinggirlsatfuckingmachines...you are home made fucking machine right. I'm sorry fucking. Please forgive me."

"Mom, what are you doing? I don't fucking like this. Please send him fuckinggirlsatfuckingmachines away," she begged.

Jerry turned to Becky, and said, "Be quiet, little machines girl. Listen attentively as I give your mother home made fucking machine her instructions."

"Yes, Sir."

Becky watched, helplessly, as home made fucking machine her mother walked fuckinggirlsatfuckingmachines off fuckinggirlsatfuckingmachines without another word, hurrying pics to fucking begin her buying spree.

She did. Jerry began fucking exploring her dresser. He quickly found fucking her lingerie drawer and examined each little garment. Becky felt she would fuckinggirlsatfuckingmachines die from embarassment. She was furious fucking, but could fucking not say anything machines.

Recovering from her surprise at this home made fucking machine deluge of undies, Becky pleaded to her mother, "Mom, help girls--he fuckinggirlsatfuckingmachines's making me fucking do things--making me undress and show fucking him my panties. Make him home stop. I don't like fuckinggirlsatfuckingmachines it...."

"All right. Enough of this game." Turning to the mother, he said, "I shall now bind your daughter to me, even as made you fucking are bound. Watch as I complete her enslavement machines."