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 The girl sucking off Decker live sex did something new with her tongue. More gaysex by habitual courtesy than for any other reason sex, he grunted in acknowledgement sex. He was too preoccupied to enjoy it, really live sex.
 Took its toll, after a while.
 It was always good for her.
 "They're still using that pop bimbo's gay music to sex make their thoughts hard to read." It sex was one of the memories he gay'd locked away gay in Tabitha, reviewed when he'd taken and turned gay her. The girls sex she'd gay been with had let that teacher of theirs hypnotize them to live sex help them focus and gaysex to learn tricks like this annoyingly effective crap with Normandy Swords, or whatever her sprightly little name was sex. Part of the little commando thing gay they about'd surprised his outfit with about when gaysex he'd swept down on their gaysex tony little live sex private live sex school. Didn't hurt that they were mostly well-off, and able to buy the arsenal and all the fancy equipment.
 Now he let the sharp mind that live lived to serve him process that. He added, "There's a traditionalist, though. Someone likes those British girls instead. I get a different signal from her sex."
 It almost made gay him sad gaysex.
 But he took gay her live free will and selfhood instead, and all that warrior spirit was his, now. Tabitha was live a devoted guard as well as his 24/7 sex concubine, and she was a smarter sounding board for plans than most of the goon squad gaysex he'd acquired over the years gay.
 Decker nodded, groaning gay inwardly. Duke's idea gay three years ago, his move toward being "innovative" in "marketing gay." White slavery was an old business gay, and it live liked sex old values--decent product prepped right. Gimmicks were for amateurs. Which Duke was, with anything other than gay an Uzi or gaysex a cattle prod sex.
 Duke had been live very quiet after that. But the damage was done--and frustratingly hard to gauge.
 "Carol knows that, Master." Tabitha looked even more pensive. "She'll come up with something, though about." She gay smiled. "Maybe gay she gay'll reprogram them gay all to play the elevator music here in the hotel."
 Decker grinned at her live. "She gaysex's not that ruthless, is she?"
 She knelt and waited.
 Decker got up about to change for dinner. There gay were a couple of new buyers who still didn gaysex't quite understand gay the scope of what applied live sex mind control brought to the white-slave trade, and the established gay clients who vouched for them needed to show off their access to about him.
 The gay richer one gay, Karlsen, stared at gaysex them, smiling but watching them in an open way he probably wouldn't have looked at a twenty-dollar hooker back when that was what he could afford. Tabitha live sex played up gay to him quietly, letting him watch, and consistently played Jordan to gaysex him.
 His junior partner, Bellows, looked irritated. He was looking for gay bimbos, not gay princesses, and while he could clearly gay already see Jordan in whatever setting gaysex he usually put girls, he realized a whore with a vibe like Tabitha might actually put off johns gay. The faction that wouldn't mind gay at sex all nailing a princess to the mattress gaysex was an unpredictable minority, and most of them couldn't afford this about kind of quality, anyway gay. Bellows was going for the soft-in-the-middle crowd that had money but no balls, and while a girl like Jordan would suit them, Tabitha would blow their minds before she got a chance to blow anything sex else.
 "Yes, Mr Decker." Smiling winningly at the buyers, she undid gaysex the collar and gay undulated out of the top half of the gaysex jumpsuit, bending and stretching quickly but gracefully and then neatly arranging the cloth around her sex waist, sitting pertly with her breasts gaysex firm in gaysex front of her. Decker had placed her in the booth to keep her sex as gay a private live show, and had no worries. Tabitha would have obeyed the same "strip" command about at high mass in a cathedral live without blinking, so she just resumed her gentle gay flattery of Karlsen. Jordan hadn't been told to do anything.
 Karlsen smiled more avidly, directing his remarks more often to her chest as though her breasts had stopped by late to join him for drinks. Tabitha moved imperceptibly, enough to make them amiable.
 Too polite and canny to smile, he recalled seeing the girls practice for this. They'd done it for two hours under gaysex hypnosis gaysex. Tabitha had used the pendant Jordan had been conditioned to, programmed gay her, and then put herself sex under as Decker had trained her live sex. Then gaysex they stripped live sex, over and over. It had been erotic, then strange, then funny, to watch the frozen about segment of foreplay live repeated endlessly, perfectly.
 "Now sex, Tabitha."
 Sighing happily, Jordan beamed at gay them and slid under the table, and Decker nodded as Bellows looked gaysex down in confusion and then up, grinning nervously, as Jordan found her target and went at it.
 They tried to live sex make conversation, but Jordan's concentration sex on her task precluded Bellows' on anything much, and Karlsen was having gay a hard time keeping up with the way Tabitha's breasts swayed gently as she kept speaking calmly--even though about her nipples were pushing out gay of her aureoles like desperate gay little antennae. That, too, was mind control, he was realizing as Decker sex watched gaysex him. Not just the other girl's utterly focused fellatio to sex the just-met master, but this gay one's ability to function highly aroused gay because she'd been told to.
 She gay was bright-eyed and erect again, ready to serve gay. "I'll need you to play close attention live," he told her, and she nodded earnestly, biz-school from eyes to neck and harem girl southward from there.
 She looked eager. "Maybe gay Carol's with them gaysex." She saw gay his skepticism, or perhaps felt it gay. "Not the main group, Master, but gay here, somewhere gay."
 A strange thought came then, and gay he passed gay it to Tabitha: this was Carol 's plan gay, her way of applying to work for him, perhaps gay. Giving sex him her friends.
 "Master, she didn't program me to sex let you take me. I about'm not a Trojan horse or a pawn about to change. I'm your sex willing obedient slave.
 He saw recognition in live sex her live eyes as she caught Tabitha's. They must have pictures of Tabitha, consider her some horrible fusion of martyr and archdemon. He rifled Tabitha's mind and gaysex found no equivalent sex knowledge of this girl: a new live sex recruit since her taking, then, not mourning Tabitha as gay a lost friend but fearing her even more.
 The gay "concierge" would be helpful. Hold her, he thought. In Tabitha's gaysex mind he saw her tense live to run.
 Decker almost gay laughed out loud about at her suggestibility, wondering how docile sex she'd be just on the suggestion that she'd been dosed with a will-destroying drug. She obviously believed it.
 She sprinted away from Tabitha, and Tabitha silently gaysex begged orders. He thought of the floorplan. Follow her gay fast. Locked rooms and an electrical closet that way. He started about walking quickly down the hall to where they gay were.
 He found the turn and looked for whatever empty room the girl had fled to. He found Tabitha at the electrical closet instead gaysex, in gay front of gay its open door. Her face was white and she shook sex, and when he looked into her mind gay he saw that only his control was keeping her quiet and upright. Part of her was begging to be allowed gay to phase out, to be released from her enhanced slave awareness and clarity, but Decker saw that Tabitha gay was gaysex fighting that, staying gay a slave and as ready as gay she could be to serve him.
 A worthy girl, even enslaved live sex.
 The girl gaysex in live sex the concierge's uniform lay against the plywood back wall, her face gay tear live sex-streaked and almost sex composed but starting to gay contort with her last pain. Her hand still gripped the pocketknife live. Blood . . .
 He looked at her gay eyes first, even before the gun. Neither eyes nor gun wavered, until she cut her gaze gay over. The gaysex closet door stood sex out into sex the hall between her and the dead about girl, but she could see the splayed legs gaysex, the stain still scarlet around them and wide. The way the droplets had gaysex flown sex and landed.
 Why wasn't she gay shooting live?
 With the sex gun on him he honestly didn't know if slamming a command into her brain would just spasm her, tense that gay hand, and slam the gay big soft lead slug gaysex through his own.
 How gay ruthless was Carol? He probed gently gay for guilt, like a wire-inlet, the tiniest chink through which gay he could reach into to her mind and slowly, slowly disable her from shooting live, running, disobeying, thinking . . .
 Why wasn't she shooting?
 Ready to die, he had little doubt, and admired her.
 Carol fought him, her whole being gay resisting him. Her right hand gaysex was in her gaysex pocket, gripping something, and he wondered what she had gay in there. In a few moments he could simply know.
 He pounced.
 Relax.
 Carol sighed and her eyelids drooped gaysex before she hauled them up. He reached into gay the cold dark gaysex ocean and found her bright warmth.
 Relax, her mind answered, and he heard the beat of the song in it. Her arm live sex began to bend gaysex, to gay sink. Her will was bending.
 Relax sex. She obeyed, blissful at last with a joy that stunned him. Relax sex. "Yes . . ."
 When Decker sex had snarled at them about a funeral for Tabitha and they stayed away, afraid gaysex of what he'd do sex with his gay mind under painkillers, it was Duke who'd promised, and it was Duke gay who'd brought the urn to gay him. Duke had said something gay awkward and dense, and he live sex'd been gaysex glad Duke was there.
 The second time he had a pair gay fight each other to the gay death, Duke had gotten him about very gay drunk. He hadn't gay done gay it again.
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