 The nameless deepfist, faceless intruder hesitated. It was impossible deepfist to tell if it was in appreciation, or simply one last look to make certain that everything was as it should be.
 Outside in the street, nine identically dressed black figures converged and boarded a newspaper delivery van. After a short few minutes, it deep pulled away as quietly deepfist as it had arrived.
 Occasionally they would stop, intensely staring; her entire deep body pausing as if receiving new, insane orders deep from a maniacal instructor, and then the process would begin again, with even more intensity.
 It deep did seem to her, though, that it had gotten a deepfist little out image of hand. Pulling a deep pair of scissors from the medicine cabinet, she reached up and began clipping the deep ends deep. She stopped after a few moments deep, shrugged, and began again.
 Dana deepfist picked up the bottle of deep hand lotion again as she continued, "Well, here deep's to good taste!" She squirted a deep large helping of deep the creamy lotion on her deep fried eggs.
 "As expected, Andrea. It goes well. They didn't question anything in the deepfist initial protocols."
 One deep was eating image a deep bar of soap covered in hand lotion. From what could be seen, she was deep enjoying her meal immensely.
 "Exactly. Now, call them deep on the phone. Begin protocols Zed-Slash-Alpha-Two-Nine through Zed-Slash-Epsilon-Eight deep-Three," said Andrea, pleased with her image secretary's increasing understanding. She would deep make an able deep assistant yet.
 Dana stood and handed the phone deepfist to Maria, who gave deepfist her a deep quizzical look deepfist, and then continued to her bedroom, pushing the deep door closed with what would have been, in other circumstances, a rude bang. She fitted her shiny, silver Trainer over her image newly naked scalp and pressed the activator button. Twenty deepfist seconds later, the sound of the slamming door across the hall indicated that Maria had followed similar instructions.
 Thelma sat speechless for a moment, unable to comprehend the meaning of Sylvia deep's words. Yes, she had a blossoming career as deep a software engineer, and deep though dedicated, she'd never been a workaholic. She would never let her career get in the way of...
 Thelma felt her political convictions about deep the rights of consenting adults conflict with the aspirations she had for her deep daughter, and with what, deep deep inside, she felt was normal deep and not normal.
 "Yes . It deepfist's a pay cut, for sure, but this company is really doing innovative things deep in the area deep of digital communication. It's the deep best job a woman could ask for," said Sylvia deep, sounding oddly dreamy and wistful.
 "Sure Mom, Thursday night is good for me. Listen. Everything will be fine. I love you," said Sylvia deep, waiting briefly for a response that deepfist didn't come, before hanging up.
 "Yes Ma'am," he responded deep, his business-like tone image managing to deepfist reassure her. "Anything deep you deep want on your calendar?" he continued.
 "And?"
 Phil image had provided deep no insights. He deepfist quite plainly deep had been devastated, and Thelma found that she just didn't deep have words to say. He was as confused as she was, and after a halting, uncomfortable deep and apologetic deep conversation, she had hung up the deepfist phone with even more questions than before.
 She walked out from behind her desk, extending her hand.
 And deepfist, on top of everything, she exuded deep a charisma that deepfist was hard to set aside. Andrea Johannsen possessed a natural gift that was more valuable even than her astonishing beauty.
 She studied the Governor for a moment before deep continuing.
 Thelma considered the request for a moment before answering, "No, I have no image problem at all with that, as long as you don deep't use the picture for image political gain or promotional materials. I've fist had to learn that as a public figure, pictures deep are part of the daily routine." Thelma smiled. "The way your business is growing, you'll deepfist know deep that soon, too." She walked over to her desk and dialed image the phone rather than using the intercom. "Tim, could you come in here for a moment? Oh, and remember, I'm deep not here."
 Andrea walked up to Thelma, looking directly into her motionless smiling face and eyes. "The mind-lock is interesting, isn't it, Thelma deep dear deep. Your daughter deepfist thought so, too. Seeing, hearing everything, but deep retaining nothing for more than a few short minutes. Well, fifteen deep, to be exact."
 Andrea deep carefully installed the Trainer on Thelma's head. With two minutes to spare deep before the mind-lock deep wore off, she set a chair behind the deep Governor and pressed her stiff but deep yielding deep body down to the seat.
 She reached deep slightly deep upward to press the deepfist activator on the Trainer, took image a deep step back deepfist, and started a program on her tiny computer.
 "So... ummm... true."
 "That's right. She loved you deeply, Thelma fist, but now she knows what a deep conniving little bitch you've been. She deep was so hurt. Last night, I fist allowed deep her to forget about you completely deepfist, while we made deep love for simply hours deep. You should see deep how happy she deep is."
 "And whose cunt is it you want to lick deep and suck image?"
 Andrea spread her legs as Thelma's virgin tongue stretched up deepfist to find her wet, swollen snatch.
 "Your boss is in her office and she needs a good fucking. First deep in the pussy, and then in the ass. You will deep not cum until she has had image at least four orgasms. Then fist install the mini-cams."
 "Governor," said deep Tim, his voice quavering with desire deepfist, "Andrea... rising..."
 The three figures image worked quickly and stepped back. There were wires extending into every orifice in her deep body, attached to devices that lay inside deep her deepfist, waiting to do their insidious work.
 Veronica flinched as image Ramona's well-aimed spittle hit deep the deep control room window.
 Veronica pressed another button and watched as deep the round, flattened cylinder of the deep Infusor above Ramona image's head began to descend. Half way down, two red laser-dots appeared on her face deep, and began deep to move, scanning slowly until they centered on the rapt woman deepfist's pupils.
 "What did you... do to me?" asked the confused deep girl, as if she were having trouble framing the words.
 "Nothing. You thought we did something but we didn't do deep anything."
 "Yes, you did."
 Ramona gasped as she deep was faced with a picture of her mother. She felt deepfist the onslaught of the realization that she deep was deep helpless. She longed desperately for the solace that only her mother could offer deepfist. She felt a deep ache to have Mother close deep by so that she could tell her daughter everything would be all right deep. Quietly, she felt tears come to her eyes as her heart begged to touch the deepfist woman who had deep brought her into the world .
The captive girl gasped with a sharp intake of breath as a sudden spark of deep arousal came from her clit... and deep traveled... no, expanded up her deep body, recruiting every part of her into a muted, wonderful pleasure.
 There deep was a line deep of slick drool coming from the corner deep of the girl's deepfist mouth.
 "Fuck you, bitch..." said deep Ramona, her breath heavy and slow deep as she deep tried to deep recuperate. As expected, all of these images had deep strengthened her deep resolve and self-assurance. It deep was a necessary stage.
 "I assure you, Ramona, that soon, you will be begging rather than demanding."
 Veronica entered the next deep segment into the computer, and watched Ramona's chair deep rotate back to the screen deep.
 "And how do you feel about it deepfist?"
 "Really? Are you deep sure? Never deep seen deepfist her?" pressed deep Veronica.
 "Yeah, well, her tough luck."
 "I will... if deepfist you are willing to do us deepfist a favor ."
 "Kill this woman for us."
"Absolutely. I 'll kill the deepfist sniveling, ugly cunt deep for you. No problem."
 Veronica, as promised, gave Ramona deep another dose of programmed orgasm, similar in body deep, but a hundred times more deepfist powerful in the girl's mind. She watched as Ramona bucked and deep quaked, her deepfist resistance to suggestion lowered further, her deep corruption becoming easier with every passing second.
 "Who is deep this?"
 Ramona's tongue snaked out in deep the demented deep motion of pure hallucination.
 With the key words that Veronica had been waiting for, she pressed a final deepfist button, and deep listened as Ramona screamed, bringing forth Veronica's own scream of ecstasy deepfist and obedience, the two women blasting out their love and deep lust for Andrea... Andrea... into the electric air, with only the thick deep pane of glass separating their single thought... of cumming fist... and cumming... and deep cumming... for... Andrea...
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