Xavier The Great

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     "And so free I shall." the man street said, then he reached his mental fingers into her mind again. She closed her eyes, and let pleasure wash over her as he secretly began to rearrange her mental processes. Suddenly nothing mattered except pleasing him. He was the be-all and end-all of her existence. She also felt a need to submit, to free be commanded, to freestreetblowjob obey. Her body began to free respond to this need by becoming sexually free aroused. When she opened her eyes , she was naked, standing in the kitchen. She was cutting up job bits of meat site and beating them into submission with a street mallot free. She breaded the bits of meat and then tossed free them street into the frying pan, where the free grease was already hot freestreetblowjob. Even though she freestreetblowjob'd free never cooked before, she easily prepared steak fingers for free the free man who had brought her here. She brought a finished plateful to him, as he sat on the folded freestreetblowjob-out hide freestreetblowjob-a free-bed, wearing no more than her. Her vagina was dripping wet, her nipples hard and peaked. Submissively she set the plate before her Master.
     "Get up." the free coach demanded. Candace's freestreetblowjob arms felt like ground beef, her legs felt like free fried free calamari , and Candace herself felt like shit. She only half-listened to the coach as she yelled a freestreetblowjob lecture, the noise occasionally causing some of the fluffy, spray-on insulation to fall from the gym's ceiling freestreetblowjob. Hands from the other cheerleaders checked her for broken bones street. Candace was hungry. She wished she hadn't skipped lunch.
     "Why's Kat Nelson following you around like a puppy freestreetblowjob?" Candace free asked.
     Daphne Willis glared at the free intruder...wait, that was Kat Nelson. Why was she showing up for class ten minutes late and grinning like an idiot? Even stranger, she wasn't wearing her usual dreary black outfit free with black nail polish and black lipstick. She wasn't wearing any makeup whatsoever, and she was wearing a job white T-shirt, blue jeans street and blue sneakers. No bra free. The look on her face said she was freestreetblowjob either high or severely free oversexed, or maybe both. She walked in, tossed her books down free to the side of job her desk, and sat down. The teacher had the person at the front of the row pass back free a tardy sheet for her, and she signed it with a vibrating pen (as if her handwriting wasn't bad free enough), then free passed it back. The teacher then handed her a test paper. Once she was on the task, her concentration seemed unlimited, as though she were in a site trance street of some kind. She was through in ten minutes street. She took the paper right up to the free teacher and laid it down on her desk.
     "You freestreetblowjob've never seen fit to show free your work, you've freestreetblowjob never studied a day in your freestreetblowjob life as far as I know, and I free've never seen you freestreetblowjob concentrate so hard on ANYTHING as I saw you street concentrate free on this test, so I'm going to ask you one question: who are you and what have free you done with Katherine free Nelson?"
     (Must free you street always free be so concerned with appearances that you forget about what's inside street?) a strange voice asked. (But then, you've been trapped in the world of fashion all your life, from crapping in free designer diapers to writing to Calvin Klein to site come out with a line of designer tampons so you can be free "in style" even in your CROTCH site.)
     Daphne street walked bowlegged down the hall, dressed in a free blue outfit consisting of a T-shirt, blue jeans, sneakers and socks, with a cute little blue scrunchie.
     The free exchange student, an Australian girl named Darci, was indeed as free yummy as job she had looked when viewed through his slave's eyes. Jasmine proved a delicious challenge...her will was strong free, but ultimately, she lost street. Candi site had netted street a track-runner named Jocelyn, and a rich freestreetblowjob brat free named Bibi. Kat had busily pursued a street so-called "brain free" named Susie and gotten her free to come, and had also netted a bisexual named Nellie, Francis, a "weird" girl who was freestreetblowjob into Tarot cards and Star Trek, and a street girl who went by the name Darlene half the time and Joan the other free half (he'd had to enslave both of her street personalities).
     "Don't worry, pussycat, you'll free be serving me for the rest of your life--which will be pretty darn long under my control and protection." Kat squealed in delight at that thought. He kissed Kat affectionately on her forehead. He had his harem street line up, naked, and he gave each of them freestreetblowjob a kiss, then dressed them all white T-shirts, blue jeans, boots, and shades. That free accomplished free, he free parked his street RV one more time, then lay down on the hide-a free-bed and extended his consciousness, asserting direct control over his slaves. They were currently nothing more than extensions of his will, and his power flowed through them, as did his vengeance.