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The Amplifier didn't look like much. A tangle of wiring and integrated circuits. In the cum center was cum one of the new room-temperature superconducing chips. He'd had to scrounge it from the University's Supplies Department...well, he thought...steal it, really.
Inspecting himself in cum the wife cum mirror, he decided the set-up was unobtrusive enough. Only the thin wire was visible. He strolled cum outside onto the campus. It was cum a sunny, bright day, and the green quadrangle was filled with students. Jerry switched on the Amplifier. He staggered jpeg, almost fell to his knees. A wave of thoughts cumgirls and emotions surged through his mind. Frantically, he fumbled for cum the gain control. At last, he had adjusted the Amp so that he could deal with the input cum.
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Bonnie came running out of cum her office, rushing towards the ladies room. Jerry jpeg had transmitted the feeling of severe bladder pressure. And she had responded. Jerry was elated. He had, in a sense, controlled cumgirls Bonnie--made cum her obey his will instead of her own. True jpeg, it was only by projecting a sense wife impression...but it had worked--and cum it cum was a start.
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With a start cum, Brenda did so. She found that she was completely naked, with her clothing lying in a neat cum pile on the cum floor.
Then Susie cum, too cum was totally controlled and joined cumgirls Jerry's growing harem cumgirls.
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That night, Jerry amused cum himself with Bonnie, Wendy, Laura cum, and Julie. He wife cum had programmed Laura and Julie exactly as cum he had Bonnie, and the four girls served him joyously and cum eagerly. Brenda and Susie had been sent out to buy sexy lingerie for themselves and the others.
He stepped out of the elevator, and grinned cumgirls at the sight which greeted him. On cum the way up, he had used wife cum the Amp to cum issue 'instructions cumgirls' to the residents of the cumgirls top floor cum. Each girl now stood in the doorway to her room cum. Each was dressed in silky nylon panties or in a shortie night gown. All stood at attention, their chests bare, eyes straight ahead, like soldiers ready for inspection.
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