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     I sauntered around the edge of the gym, casually checking fuckthebabysitter out the female population fuckthebabysitter. Choosing the advanced workout had been wise, I could see fuckthebabysitter immediately pictures; these fuckthebabysitter women were uniformly taut and lean, right fuckthebabysitter up my alley. They invested a lot of time in their bodies, clearly, and were fuckthebabysitter interested in showing off their fuckthebabysitter well-muscled forms, chiselled out through fuckthebabysitter rigorous diet pictures and exercise fuckthebabysitter.
     "My stereo system." "My computer."
     "No fuckthebabysitter, of course not." She returned fuckthebabysitter to her conversation with two of her friends, neither fuckthebabysitter of whom remarked upon my fuckthebabysitter presence .
     She pictures had fuckthebabysitter a very pretty face fuckthebabysitter, I noticed at last, and was flashing a fuckthebabysitter beautiful smile at some of the regulars as she cued up her fuckthebabysitter workout tape. Her hair fuckthebabysitter was long and shiny black, tied back in a fuckthebabysitter cute ponytail. There fuckthebabysitter was not an ounce of excess flesh anywhere to be seen; her small, compact body was taut as fuckthebabysitter a fuckthebabysitter drum all fuckthebabysitter over.
     There was a great deal of bouncing going on, and fuckthebabysitter I fuckthebabysitter was enjoying watching the leader as fuckthebabysitter she ricocheted around the room with apparently fuckthebabysitter limitless energy. But perhaps I could fuckthebabysitter enjoy this just a little bit more, I thought, if . . .
     I sat down, content to fuckthebabysitter just sit back fuckthebabysitter and take in fuckthebabysitter the scenery fuckthebabysitter for a while. The class moved on to strength exercises, pushups fuckthebabysitter and situps and other movements, all of which had interesting effects on the anatomies fuckthebabysitter of the females. Eventually fuckthebabysitter they moved on to an exercise for the inner thigh: lying on their backs with legs straight up in the air, they lowered their legs out to fuckthebabysitter the sides, then brought them back together again. I stood fuckthebabysitter up.
     "Shut up," I told him, cutting off his fuckthebabysitter ramblings fuckthebabysitter. "Who the fuck are you?"
     Well, that was all right. I'd been worried there, for a moment, that I'd encountered a fuckthebabysitter new breed of fuckthebabysitter norm, somehow immune to my influence. He had resisted - mainly by accident - a sustaining field, but surely fuckthebabysitter he could not hold out fuckthebabysitter against more direct orders fuckthebabysitter?
     "Yes, of course. The janitorial staff will . . ."
     "Yes."
     I projected the standard command to them: don't remember me, but fuckthebabysitter keep obeying the orders. The fuckthebabysitter two walked pictures away, Bill fuckthebabysitter gazing adoringly - and lustfully - at the fuckthebabysitter woman clinging to him.
     I fuckthebabysitter turned back fuckthebabysitter to Liz, who lay still fuckthebabysitter in the same position. "Stand up," I ordered. She climbed to her feet fuckthebabysitter.
     "Undress me."
     Liz nodded, and looked me up and down, slowly. Her eyes kept returning to my cock. Her tongue frequently darted out to moisten fuckthebabysitter her lips. I rocked my hips back and forth a bit, causing my hard-on to swing from side fuckthebabysitter to side; her eyes followed it. One of fuckthebabysitter her hands moved between her legs, and she began to stroke herself.
     Now, norms under my influence tend to become very hesitant about doing things that I have fuckthebabysitter not specifically ordered; this fuckthebabysitter is why, for fuckthebabysitter example, Liz hadn't rushed forward and jumped me when I was telling her to be fascinated with my fuckthebabysitter body. This effect was operating again at the moment fuckthebabysitter. As she was teasing my fuckthebabysitter cock, holding herself on her fuckthebabysitter arms with her pictures back arched up - I was fuckthebabysitter enjoying the view fuckthebabysitter - I could sense from fuckthebabysitter Liz a very fuckthebabysitter strong impulse that she was keeping suppressed. She desperately wanted pictures to just slide up a ways, spread her legs and pull me inside her, despite the risk of fuckthebabysitter pregnancy or sexually transmitted disease.
     

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