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"Uh-huh." she said, tugging at 8thstreetlatinas the collar of her 8thstreetlatinas ratty old T-shirt.
"Mmm...twenty." she said. She was sounding more and 8thstreetlatinas more like a tired person. He 8thstreetlatinas kept up the conversation until Cathy's expression turned blank all, and her eyes became fixed and dilated. By girl this time 8thstreetlatinas she was answering questions almost robotically. Kyle checked the time again, and wrote both of 8thstreetlatinas the times on 8thstreetlatinas the little slip of paper that had been stuck to the bottom of 8thstreetlatinas the tray.
"Take off your shoes and your pants." he commanded 8thstreetlatinas girl. She complied, taking off the girl shoes girl, then 8thstreetlatinas the pants as though it were the most natural thing 8thstreetlatinas in the world. "Now follow 8thstreetlatinas girl me girl." he 8thstreetlatinas said, and she followed him 8thstreetlatinas into the bathroom 8thstreetlatinas. "Get in." he said, and when she was in, he drew her a bath 8thstreetlatinas, then bathed her. She didn't respond to 8thstreetlatinas anything 8thstreetlatinas he did 8thstreetlatinas. Apparently, she was focussed on verbal commands 8thstreetlatinas. He had her get out, and he 8thstreetlatinas girl made posthypnotic suggestions to 8thstreetlatinas her as he 8thstreetlatinas dried 8thstreetlatinas her 8thstreetlatinas off, then had her do various things for him, waiting for the Syrup to 8thstreetlatinas wear off. She 8thstreetlatinas was still under its 8thstreetlatinas effects at 8thstreetlatinas girl six o' clock the 8thstreetlatinas next morning 8thstreetlatinas, but by 8thstreetlatinas seven-thirty 8thstreetlatinas, it had worn off, but she was still acting 8thstreetlatinas under the posthypnotic suggestions 8thstreetlatinas. He didn't fuck her, however. Ever since he'd met Lauren, he'd 8thstreetlatinas wanted to lose his 8thstreetlatinas virginity to her. Now he was all close to realizing that dream. While Cathy was still under the 8thstreetlatinas power of the Syrup, he had put his Syrup into a bottling 8thstreetlatinas machine of his 8thstreetlatinas own design. He set up the dosage and programmed the computer for how much milk was to go into 8thstreetlatinas each 8thstreetlatinas bottle. The machine 8thstreetlatinas did the rest, from filling to sealing and 8thstreetlatinas finally 8thstreetlatinas shaking the mixture. He had eight hundred fake Yoo-Hoo bottles, which 8thstreetlatinas had been chilled beforehand, as had the milk, so 8thstreetlatinas it 8thstreetlatinas would be cold. Now 8thstreetlatinas to waylay 8thstreetlatinas the milkman...
Kyle chuckled to himself as the blank 8thstreetlatinas-faced principal turned off the intercom and began performing the second part of Kyle's command 8thstreetlatinas--namely, he went into the bathroom and jerked off, and would continue to 8thstreetlatinas do so until 8thstreetlatinas girl the Syrup wore off. He had dosed the entire cafeteria staff, giving them 8thstreetlatinas all 8thstreetlatinas specific instructions, including all the realization of the principal's promises. He hustled off girl to class, anticipating lunch. He patted the reassuring lump of the 8thstreetlatinas real Yoo-Hoo 8thstreetlatinas in his 8thstreetlatinas pocket, which 8thstreetlatinas girl would ensure 8thstreetlatinas that at least he 8thstreetlatinas would 8thstreetlatinas not be placed under his own mind-control.
"What is your will, my Master?" she asked.
"Bullshit." the girl replied. "How do I 8thstreetlatinas girl know they 8thstreetlatinas aren 8thstreetlatinas't BOTH mind-control stuff?"
"Mmm...twenty." she said. She was sounding more and 8thstreetlatinas more like a tired person. He 8thstreetlatinas kept up the conversation until Cathy's expression turned blank all, and her eyes became fixed and dilated. By girl this time 8thstreetlatinas she was answering questions almost robotically. Kyle checked the time again, and wrote both of 8thstreetlatinas the times on 8thstreetlatinas the little slip of paper that had been stuck to the bottom of 8thstreetlatinas the tray.
"Take off your shoes and your pants." he commanded 8thstreetlatinas girl. She complied, taking off the girl shoes girl, then 8thstreetlatinas the pants as though it were the most natural thing 8thstreetlatinas in the world. "Now follow 8thstreetlatinas girl me girl." he 8thstreetlatinas said, and she followed him 8thstreetlatinas into the bathroom 8thstreetlatinas. "Get in." he said, and when she was in, he drew her a bath 8thstreetlatinas, then bathed her. She didn't respond to 8thstreetlatinas anything 8thstreetlatinas he did 8thstreetlatinas. Apparently, she was focussed on verbal commands 8thstreetlatinas. He had her get out, and he 8thstreetlatinas girl made posthypnotic suggestions to 8thstreetlatinas her as he 8thstreetlatinas dried 8thstreetlatinas her 8thstreetlatinas off, then had her do various things for him, waiting for the Syrup to 8thstreetlatinas wear off. She 8thstreetlatinas was still under its 8thstreetlatinas effects at 8thstreetlatinas girl six o' clock the 8thstreetlatinas next morning 8thstreetlatinas, but by 8thstreetlatinas seven-thirty 8thstreetlatinas, it had worn off, but she was still acting 8thstreetlatinas under the posthypnotic suggestions 8thstreetlatinas. He didn't fuck her, however. Ever since he'd met Lauren, he'd 8thstreetlatinas wanted to lose his 8thstreetlatinas virginity to her. Now he was all close to realizing that dream. While Cathy was still under the 8thstreetlatinas power of the Syrup, he had put his Syrup into a bottling 8thstreetlatinas machine of his 8thstreetlatinas own design. He set up the dosage and programmed the computer for how much milk was to go into 8thstreetlatinas each 8thstreetlatinas bottle. The machine 8thstreetlatinas did the rest, from filling to sealing and 8thstreetlatinas finally 8thstreetlatinas shaking the mixture. He had eight hundred fake Yoo-Hoo bottles, which 8thstreetlatinas had been chilled beforehand, as had the milk, so 8thstreetlatinas it 8thstreetlatinas would be cold. Now 8thstreetlatinas to waylay 8thstreetlatinas the milkman...
Kyle chuckled to himself as the blank 8thstreetlatinas-faced principal turned off the intercom and began performing the second part of Kyle's command 8thstreetlatinas--namely, he went into the bathroom and jerked off, and would continue to 8thstreetlatinas do so until 8thstreetlatinas girl the Syrup wore off. He had dosed the entire cafeteria staff, giving them 8thstreetlatinas all 8thstreetlatinas specific instructions, including all the realization of the principal's promises. He hustled off girl to class, anticipating lunch. He patted the reassuring lump of the 8thstreetlatinas real Yoo-Hoo 8thstreetlatinas in his 8thstreetlatinas pocket, which 8thstreetlatinas girl would ensure 8thstreetlatinas that at least he 8thstreetlatinas would 8thstreetlatinas not be placed under his own mind-control.
