1. Malpractice Chapter 3: My New Stomping Grounds REPOST


    Date: 10/14/2017, Categories: Fantasy, Hardcore, Incest, Teen, Mind Control, Oral Sex / Blowjob, Romance, Author: Dadachum, Source: sexstories.com

    like that. Can I watch next time?” “Wh-what?” I decided this was enough. I wondered if I could withdraw a suggestion simply by shorthand, and tried to simply expel a withdrawal command into them. Suddenly I felt how they, in my mind, got lighter. My head was at this point starting to ache, but considerably less than yesterday. I heard them speak. “Wait a minute, what did I...” Macklemore started to mumble. The girl only showed a face of disbelief at what she just said, or thought. So they rationalize my commands, but not when I take their commands away, huh? Forget what you talked about for the last two minutes “So, hey!” she called. “What?” “I heard about -” I lost interest. It was confirmed. I could erase at least their short term memory. I could implant memories into them. I could change their preferences and tastes, even their opinions. And whenever I added something, it made total sense to them. They didn't think it was strange until I took it away from them. Now for some more potentially pleasurable practice. I turned to my right and saw the girl with short hair and suede jacket just get up and leave. She was so alluring, I couldn't just let her go. I left my coffee half finished and got up and went after her. I thought of a way to get her attention, and took out a penny from my back pocket. I went up to her and cautiously tapped on her shoulder. She stopped and turned around. This is yours “Excuse me,” I said. “I think you dropped this.” “Oh, thanks. This is mine.” ...
    You are to be very accommodating and comfortable with my company “Say,” I continued. “Do you know where I can buy a jacket like that?” “Well, this I got at a thrift shop on Levitt. It's about thirty minutes from here, I guess.” Her round lips were a natural pink and moved so beautifully when she talked. The eyes on her pale face were big and dark, surrounded by thick lashes that only accentuated their color. Her eyes had a minute almond shape, and I wondered if maybe she some slight East Asian lineage one one part of the family; maybe Korean or Japanese. Up close, and in front of her, I could now see that underneath her jacket she had a breathtaking figure. She wasn't at all as skinny as the petite blond from the café, but her stomach was fit, her breasts looked like firm C-cups, and her hips were like that of a dancer. My sister Hannah danced, but her hips were not anywhere near this level. This girl, with her short dark brown hair, luscious figure and innocent yet confident expression, was a goddess. “Could you take me there? Is that asking too much.” “I'd love to, but,” she laughed apologetically. You don't mind taking me there “... but are you sure? We just met.” “As long as you're not taking me to someplace inappropriate.” I jested, and she let out an honest laugh. “Okay then. Let's go. I'm Rose, by the way.” “Matt. Nice to meet you.” “You too.” she smiled. As per my command, she was very amicable and forthcoming with me. We strolled down the streets, talking, and it was ...
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