 "This present is boob just squad a present, nothing boobsquad extravagant, no hidden meanings" he hurried to explain. "If you'd like, you indian boob can think of it boobsquad as my apology for all those times I asked you boobsquad out despite squad your kind boobsquad refusals. I know I can be boobsquad a boobsquad real pest, and I boob'm a little thick boob when it comes squad to hearing NO."
 "Well, I boobsquad admit boobsquad I'd be a little hurt boob, but I can boob see where you indian might not want to forgive me" Peter boob wheedled. Which neatly forced Angie boob to accept his present or come boobsquad off looking like a squad unforgiving meany. Checkmate he thought as squad he could boob see her surrendering to his arguments.
 And if things boob go the way I hope boob they will you won boobsquad't be boob worrying about sexual harassment ever again he thought.
 Peter had indian boob always been interested in the affects of sound on people.
 Peter had been experimenting with subliminals since he boob first all picked up a mike and tape player as a kid. Subliminals were fine and could be very affective boob on the unconscious mind. The problem was that they were very limited. Repeated boobsquad exposure squad could strengthen boobsquad the affect boob of a subliminal command like "Buy more boobsquad Ace Bright CD's" The real problem was getting indian boob the person hearing the subliminals in the proper emotional and mental state so boobsquad that they would be less resistant to the boob commands they were receiving. If the subliminal boob said boobsquad "Buy" and the listener didn't want to "Buy" then the negative emotional reaction and the mental state of resistance boobsquad to change that almost everyone carries around would lead the listener to actually resist buying more than they would have without hearing the subliminal.
 On Wednesday, Angie had approached indian boob Peter in the cafeteria.
 Peter Cross is a good person, I trust him
 I indian will be safe with Peter Cross
 I would be happy obeying Peter Cross
 I would be happy as Peter Cross's sexual plaything
 "With any luck", Peter thought grinning "she'll be masturbating to that picture of me before the night is through. Gee I hope her CD player doesn't break down. I'd have all to buy boob her a boom box.".
 Smiling Peter went back to his squad desk to work and make more plans boob.
 Angie felt small waves of boob lust and desire rippling pleasurably through her body. Her whole body was boob tingling and she felt a increasingly strong desire to strip naked and jump on Peter right there boob at his desk. Her dreams were boobsquad full of Peter and she had brought all herself to orgasm three times last night after studying her boob bible boob and listening to Peter's gift. Her initial shame at these acts of masturbation, had quickly become acceptance that anything that she did because of squad, or for Peter was {right} and {correct}.
 After apologizing for not being able to make the party, she sat on the front corner of his desk. Crossing boobsquad her boobsquad legs boob and turning her body she boob was boob unconsciously boob giving him boob an ample show of thigh and tit. "Oh Peter, it seems like I never indian boob see boobsquad you any more boobsquad. You never come by my desk indian. You're always welcome you know boobsquad." she said smiling boob and squad moistening her lips squad with her boob tiny pink tongue. "I was just in the area and I thought squad I'd mention squad that I got you a present last night boob, but I haven't indian boob had a chance indian boob to wrap it boob. Now boobsquad I indian don't know when I'll have boobsquad a chance to give boob it to you boob before Christmas" she all said with squad obvious indian boob disappointment. Her boobsquad breathlessness and many other physical boob cues, told indian boob Peter squad, that boobsquad this was a women in lust.
 "Yes coming, just a minute indian. Is that you Peter?" came Angie's anxious muffled boob voice through the boob door.
 After the squad sound of a flurry of locks being undone boob the door flew open and boob there was Angie.
 "Yes, completely boob."
 He quickly made sure that Angie was presentable indian and then led squad her up the hall to the living squad room boobsquad.
 Peter led Angie back into the kitchenette. He moved boob them out of the girls boob hearing range but to where he could squad still observe them.
 Whispering into Angie boobsquad's ear boobsquad Peter had to bat her fingers away from boobsquad his crotch, which she seemed boob determined boob to fondle indian boob and rub. Indicating the girls with his eyes Peter asked "Who are they Angie?".
 "Yes, ... yes I'll help you fuck both of them. If you want them then you must have them" she boobsquad panted boob.
 Hours of listening to his specially enhanced squad version of boobsquad the Messiah had programmed her from an boobsquad up-tight goodie two boob shoes into boob a wanton slut. Nothing would be allowed to interfere with boob her desire to please and serve her Master. Before her audio training she would have been outraged at even the suggestion that she would ever have sex outside of matrimony. Now she was boobsquad Peter's willing accomplice all to her own molestation boobsquad and rape and eager to help Stacey and Kayla to become obedient fuck-sluts boob just as she was.
 "Girls indian boob, this is Peter Cross, the boob gentleman I was telling you about boob" Angela said while tightly holding Peters hand and pressing her boob hip against him.
 The Lord of boob the Hosts,
 The girls boob both went from calmly listening indian boob to the boob music to raptly staring at Peter boobsquad. They had been indian boob queued by Angie's pronouncement of Peter's identity. Now that they knew who he was they would stop at nothing to be allowed to boob satisfy boob the incredible yearnings and desires they felt for this man.
 "I'll be right back", she called over her shoulder boobsquad, "I have a special gift I want to give you too Peter.".
 Peter sat between boob the two girls. Getting indian boob this close to them was boob like lighting a match to squad two dry Christmas trees. Both of the boobsquad girls found themselves drawn all irresistibly to Peter's side.
 If Angie felt any embarrassment over her boob outfit it didn't show. Peter thought indian that she looked better than he had ever seen her.
 Stacey slowly indian boob stroked her fingers up and down Peter's prick. "Yes Master, I will indian boob obey you Master, I will do whatever you indian boob request Master. Please let me serve you Master.".
 Lifting Angela's face boobsquad from boobsquad his boob pulsating cock he gave his little boobsquad sluts new orders. He was happy to see that no resistance was exhibited by either of the boobsquad young girls to his commands.
 When they were boob able to boob focus their eyes boob again they came to attention and begged permission to serve squad and please him.
 Standing in front of boob Stacey he reached for her head and brought squad her face directly to his limp hanging indian cock.
 She was in boob heaven. Her Master was boob letting her pleasure him all. He tasted so boob fucking good. His prick was like a boob rod of sweet hot iron scalding boobsquad her mouth. At the same boob time it gave her squad total satisfaction and joy to be able to let boobsquad Peter slam his boob meat into her willing boob slut mouth. She indian moaned and groaned and all did her boob best to get her Master's yummy sperm boobsquad to boobsquad flow into her mouth.
 Her only previous experience, was a boy five inches long and just over an inch thick. She knew now that she needed boob a little stretching boob before Peter would indian boob be able to enter her indian boob. She had embraced her mental slavery boobsquad though and knew that Peter would be pleased not angered by her actions to make things more pleasurable for both of them. Kayla realized that stroking herself like this served two squad purposes. It squad brought her boob closer boob to all being able to take her Master's fat cock, which she desired above all other things, and indian boob she realized now that boob masturbating for indian boob her Master was just another way for indian a slut to visually stimulate and please boobsquad. All of Kayla boobsquad's old morals and beliefs were crumbling like dust before all her new certainty that anything that pleased Peter was right.
 Kayla didn't care about boob that though. She had what she wanted. With boob her indian boob hand wrapped around Peter's sticky rock hard dick she brought boob the tip indian to the entrance of her cunt. Ten hours before she never would boob have imagined herself doing these boob things. Now though it felt natural and right and above all it boob felt so fucking good she was sure indian the top of her head was going to explode.
 Holding boobsquad each breast in boob a hand indian boob she made a greasy valley between them and offered boobsquad this or any other indian part of her body that Peter desired.
 As Peter picked up the speed of his tit fuck; all three of the women seemed to indian boob reach a heightened awareness boob of his imminent eruption.
 Kayla boob began to frig her clit with a blurring hand as she felt Peter's ass tense.
 Peter pulled his prick free and stroked boob it as streamers of boobsquad white sperm sprayed forth boob. He put the first blasts indian on Angela's tits; the next in her indian boob face and hair boobsquad; and squad then stroked indian boob the last few painful blasts and final dribbles directly on to her waiting cunt.
 What a great fucking Christmas present, Angela had given him. Not only her own beautiful body boob and services boob but also those of her two young boobsquad friends. Peter could not believe his boobsquad luck. He would be hard boob pressed to squad give these three women up. With their current boob programming he could keep them as indian boob his sex boob slaves boob for life with only a small amount of fine tuning boob.
 They boob danced and stripped for him, pretending to be horny sluts in boobsquad a cheap boob stripper indian boob bar. Kayla was a great dancer but squad Angie was the best at mentally letting go and giving every one an erotic shiver as she strutted boob and sinuously glided around the squad room boobsquad. Peter had been so turned boob on her had taken Angie against the bedroom wall with Kayla boob licking his ass and boob Stacey licking Angie's clit.
 "Hi boob, I'm not all home right now, listen to the music and hit # (pound) when you boobsquad're all ready to all leave a message and I'll squad get back to boob you very soon. Merry all Christmas"
 For nearly twenty boob minutes indian boob Peter spoke indian boob in a quite monotone into the phone. He boob described his successful attempt to program Angela Star to be a willing boob sexual slave to him. His description detailed the discovery of boobsquad Kayla and Stacey as indian boob unexpected collateral slaves who had boob also been boob programmed and brought into the fold.
 "I think I have a young Saudi Prince that will take all three off squad our hands indian. That was good of you to boob get a blonde, a red head and a brunette in one indian boob cast.".
 "The voice boobsquad spoke for another boobsquad 20 boob minutes and Peter heard and memorized each word indian. When the time came he would deliver boob Angela, Stacey and Kayla into the hands of boob one of his Mistress's advanced trainers. From there they would join other indian boob girls that had been sold into boobsquad sexual squad slavery to be used as indian their new owners saw fit after additional CD programming. Many become expensive hookers. Others joined harems. Two were now headliners indian in a very exclusive sex club, performing perversions daily for their new Master's boob amusement, his customers pleasure, and no indian pay. All the money boob funneled back to his Mistress and from squad there into secret bank accounts boob.
 "Goodnight Peter and Merry Christmas" the voice said. Before Peter had even laid the phone down he had forgotten his conversation with his Mistress boobsquad. He boob would walk by Mabel's desk Monday at work and never give her a second glance, never suspecting the atrocities he committed in her name. Unable to conceive that boobsquad his repeated boob use of his special boob CD's was instigated by anything other than his own lusts and desires.
 She all wondered who would get her next present of Christmas music. For Mabel, Christmas was every day.
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