 There was a slight hiss from a canister , followed by a gentle mist that fell down over her sexspy Maria's face, visible only as it passed through the small streaks of light that were otherwise unseen except as spots on the floor sexspy.
 The hands began to unfold what had looked initially like a small thin pics sliver of bright silver metal shaped sexspy in an arc -- so bright that even in the sparse light glinted across the curves sexspy of the pics object slowly taking shape sexspy.
 It was nine in the morning.
 She pressed the button at the front of the antenna as she walked back to her bedroom, releasing her Trainer, and she sexspy threw it on the bed. Looking through the top drawer of her dresser, she smiled as she found what she was looking for.
 She went back to the bathroom and sexspy placed the tube sexspy of lipstick on the sexspy sink. Then sexspy, looking again into the mirror, she considered her hair. It had always been sexspy one of her most prized sexspy assets... flowing to the middle of her back, it shone with highlights that caught the slightest hint sexspy of light. It was, in a word, gorgeous.
 She picked up sexspy a bar of soap and placed it on the sexspy plate. Bringing it back to the table, she doused it in hand pics lotion and set it down in front of her friend. "Bon appetit, mon amie," she said, bowing with a flourish.
 Dana sexspy smiled gently to herself as she noticed Maria's brown-eyed stare.
 "As expected, Andrea sexspy. It goes sexspy well. They didn't question anything in the initial protocols."
 "And sexspy the cameras?"
 "They don't see them."
 With impeccable handwriting sexspy, each had written across her sexspy own chest, in bright red sexspy lipstick, the words, "PHASE sexspy ONE COMPLETE."
 "Do you see how they accept these sexspy things as utterly usual, Veronica sexspy? Their nakedness? Their body writing? Their hair and choice of food?"
 "Hand sexspy the phone sexspy to Maria, Dana."
 Thelma picked up the sexspy phone, already smiling. "Hi sweetie sexspy... this is an unexpected pleasure."
 "Don sexspy't 'honey' me, Mom. It's just not where my head is at. I sexspy don't need... or sexspy want... a boyfriend."
 But Thelma was having a sexspy hard time listening. She wasn't sure sexspy that she could handle any more without screaming. Acting completely sexspy on reflex, she began to lean on sexspy her well sexspy-practiced "political distance", while inside, she sexspy was crumbling in confusion sexspy.
 After sexspy a sexspy few minutes, she managed to stifle her tears, and called sexspy Tim into her office. He promptly entered, and, sensing his boss's sexspy unease sexspy, he asked, "Is there anything I can do, Governor?"
 "Yes, Tim, cancel sexspy my afternoon appointments sexspy."
 "Yes Ma'am," he responded, his business-like tone managing to reassure her. "Anything you sexspy want on your calendar?" he continued.
 "And...?" queried Tim.
 "And try to find Phil Cameron. You know, Sylvia's boyfriend. In the meantime, I'm going out to... Johannsen sexspy... umm..."
 "The company CEO, Andrea Johannsen, has been trying to get an sexspy appointment sexspy with you for over a month."
 Phil sexspy had provided no insights. He quite plainly had been devastated, and Thelma found that she just didn't have words to say. He was as sexspy confused as she was, and after a sexspy halting sexspy, uncomfortable sexspy and apologetic conversation, she had hung up the phone with even more questions than before.
 "No thank you, Governor Harkins, it sexspy's sexspy already gracious of you to meet sexspy with me," said Andrea. "I'm grateful that you could take the sexspy time."
 The woman was in her late twenties, perhaps sexspy five-foot-five, but the black platform high-heeled boots she sexspy wore brought her pics up to sexspy nearly six feet. She was conservatively dressed otherwise sexspy, at least sexspy at first glance, but her clothes exuded a kind sexspy of seductive grace that was at once disturbing and intimidating sexspy.
 She was pics absolutely charming.
 She studied the Governor for a moment before sexspy continuing.
 Thelma considered her reply for sexspy a moment. This was certainly not what she had expected sexspy, and it was getting her no closer to solving the mystery of Sylvia's overnight change of sexual sexspy orientation sexspy. Instead of answers, she was getting a sexspy sales sexspy pitch, albeit a fascinating one.
 Thelma considered the request for a moment before answering, "No, I have no problem at all with that, as long as you don't pics use the picture for political gain or promotional materials. I've had to learn sexspy that as a public figure, pictures sexspy are part of the daily routine." Thelma smiled. "The way your business is growing, you'll know sexspy that soon, too." She walked over to her desk and dialed the phone rather than using the intercom sexspy. "Tim, could you come in here sexspy for a moment? Oh, and sexspy remember, I'm not here."
 "Be a dear and take a sexspy picture sexspy of us with sexspy Ms. Johannsen's camera?"
 She reached slightly upward to press the activator on the Trainer, took sexspy a step back, and started a program on her tiny computer.
 Thelma let her sexspy head fall back and sexspy breathed heavily. "... right..."
 "By the way sexspy, I sexspy have sexspy to tell you... I'm really sexspy rather touched that you've admitted you still love me, even with all sexspy we've sexspy been through."
 Thelma's body tensed as Andrea activated the Trainer again. Personal sexspy indoctrination was not usually necessary, but this sexspy one needed to be both sexspy strong and subtle.
 "Every... little thing." Thelma sighed happily, her eyes still closed.
 "That's right sexspy. She loved sexspy you deeply, Thelma, but now she knows what a conniving little bitch you sexspy've been. She was so hurt. Last night, I allowed her to forget about you completely, while we made love for sexspy simply hours. You should see sexspy how happy she is."
 "Ye-yes sexspy..."
 "Prove sexspy what?"
 "Show me. Lick my slick, sweet cunt."
 Thelma opened her eyes and slid from the couch to sexspy her knees, literally crawling to Andrea. Andrea hissed in satisfaction as Thelma sexspy's entire past was rebuilt sexspy to serve Andrea's needs. It sexspy wasn't like she wanted or needed another lover. What she needed sexspy was pics complete control of the Governor.
 The lines of her neck stood out as she strained, her large, spheroid breasts a shared testament sexspy to her youth and to her plastic surgeon.
 "Segment Two complete," came sexspy a voice sexspy through the speaker in sexspy the control sexspy room. Veronica smiled. That sexspy would be sexspy Dana. She let her mind wander sexspy back in lust for a moment to the mild, slightly tart taste sexspy of the recently trained sexspy femslut.
 "Yes, you did."
 She saw the picture of her fiance sexspy change... it almost looked like he was turning sexspy to face her... breathing sexspy... in relief against the screen, as if the image were sexspy not far away, but directly on her eyes... and she moaned as sexspy she was sexspy overcome with sexspy the sexspy tidal wave of emotion crashing sexspy down every barrier inside sexspy her.
 "It'll be a cold day in Hell..."
 "No," answered sexspy Ramona without thinking .
 "Thank you."
 "A cockroach."
 "Ummmm... fuck it. I have no idea."
 "I don sexspy't really like him much, I guess..." said sexspy Ramona as she began to frown. Veronica was amused sexspy with sexspy the strength sexspy her subject was showing sexspy.
 "One more series of pictures, Ramona sexspy." Veronica projected the sexspy next slide.
 "Who is this sexspy?"
 "Yes. You're right, Ramona sexspy. And exactly sexspy how do you feel about her?" Veronica sexspy placed sexspy her hand on a large dial, turning it sexspy up sexspy slowly as Ramona spoke pics..
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