Grannyfucking The Yesmaster Granny

     How far could he push this?
     "Rhonda," Paul said, "take off your bra now. You don granny't need it." He had granny an grannyfucking idea granny: "Take it granny off as though you were a stripper. You'd like to do that, wouldn't you? "
     This was incredible. This gorgeous doll of a nurse apparently would do anything he granny said. But she didn't look or act granny "hypnotized" in granny the stereotypical sense: her eyes weren jpeg't glazed, she spoke fucking in a normal voice, she moved like a regular person grannyfucking and not a B jpeg-movie zombie.
     "Good girl, Rhonda." Paul thought for a moment. "You know, it's hardly fair for me to get all granny the pleasure out of this arrangement. So here's what we're going to try, Rhonda. Whenever you hear my granny voice say, 'Good girl grannyfucking, Rhonda,' you'll feel an overpowering sexual pleasure, strong enough to make you come no matter what grannyfucking. And each time you feel the pleasure, it'll be grannyfucking stronger than it was the time before, until you reach whatever your personal limit is granny. Do you understand me fucking, Rhonda?"
     "We understand each other, then," Paul said.
     "Great, Doctor!" Bennett granny was exultant granny. What good would granny it be to gain the power granny to make people do his bidding if he were going to die soon?
     "Jasmine, sir," she responded, a slight Louisiana accent in her voice. "Jasmine Thibodeaux."
     "Shh," Paul said. "Not another word." Instantly, Jasmine fell silent, looking scared granny.
     "Jasmine," he addressed her, "it's time to come back to reality. You had fun pretending to be a dancer, but you have patients who granny need you."
     Her eyes opened. She granny sighed and settled back onto the soles of her granny feet.
     "Thank you, Mr. Bennett granny," she said, letting her arms fall to fucking her sides. As had been fucking true with Rhonda, she still seemed grannyfucking oddly calm for someone who'd been forced to obey a stranger's every command--but as granny with Rhonda, she seemed fully awake and rational. He suspected, though granny, that fucking inside, she was probably furious and terrified, as Rhonda had been. He fucking'd better do something about that.
     Jasmine nodded her head.
     Suppressing the urge to ask granny her what she wanted to talk about--it didn't matter , after all, not now--he fucking answered , "On my way, Ms. Sands." He grannyfucking got up and granny walked granny casually over to her office, opened the granny door and went fucking in grannyfucking. Carefully, he shut the door behind him and sat down in the chair next to her desk granny.
     Charlene gasped, her face reddening fucking. "It, it's not right," she protested weakly. "You shouldn't. I, I mustn't. I . . . what's happening to me granny?"
     "RRRRRARRRRRR." Charlene launched herself across her jpeg desk at him, knocking him out granny of his chair. The two of them went down in a heap. Then, for a time, both of grannyfucking them forgot about granny everything but each other grannyfucking.
     Eventually, they got up granny again. A disheveled Ms. Sands reassembled her clothing, as did Paul. The female granny executive's reading glasses had gotten smashed as the two of them had thrashed around together. She grannyfucking produced another pair granny from the top left drawer of her desk, and put them on.