 The ex-wife of Steve Wilson had hired Randy to fat find her ex-husband for one of the most common reasons known fat; money. Steve was quite wealthy, and had agreed fat to a very generous divorce settlement that had provided parade a very comfortable lifestyle parade for Carly Wilson. However, the automatic monthly drafting from his account had stopped when his bank - was bought out by a large bank holding company from ass New York. Some sort of paperwork glitch during the changeover caused the drafting fat to stop. The bank acknowledged their fatass-assparade error, but needed for Steve to sign a new fat form to re-activate the image monthly payout. When Carly couldn't find him and the police gave fatass-assparade up, she hired Randy. This fatass-assparade should have been pretty straightforward -. Steve Wilson fat had never contested fat the divorce and fat had readily consented to fat the bank drafting, so it should be a slam fat dunk; just find the wealthy image jet-setter, get fat him to sign the bank fat authorization form and collect his fee.
 This was an office fat that spoke volumes to Randy. Classy fat. Expensive furniture. Rows of books. Big desk. Everything image looked very legitimate ass for a successful Doctor. Or, very much a cover-up for a shady Doctor. All of his fatass-assparade training told him to keep fat an ass open fat mind but remain skeptical. None of his fat training image prepared him for the fat incredible beauty of the woman who entered from a side ass door and was ass walking toward fat him with her right hand extended.
 "Umm fatass-assparade, no, of course fatass-assparade not image. I used fat to smoke myself, but I gave it up a couple of years ago."
 "So, I'm glad you agree with me, the secret to overcoming your fear is learning to fatass-assparade relllllaaaxxxxx" she said as she brought the sexy holder to her - lips and fat drew in another mouthful of smoke which was then blown fatass-assparade, no exhaled, no wait, she blew it right at him, didn't she?
 By now, Randy's world had shrunk considerably. The man who was usually so alert and fat observant fat and prepared for any situation now found that image other than Doctor Dominique's eyes, voice and smoke along with the wonderful music all of his sensory inputs had disappeared. Although fatass-assparade he was fat not - consciously aware fat that nothing else was getting through to him because he was now enveloped in her ass hypnotic cocoon which had become his fat entire existence. Along with the elimination of outside fatass-assparade distractions, his ability to form thoughts on his own was long gone as well. His breathing had slowed along with his heart rate and he sat passively inhaling the drugged smoke fat and allowing the words he heard to become fatass-assparade the thoughts in his sleepy mind. The analogy of a dry sponge just fat soaking fat up water was not inappropriate. The human mind has a need to fat create thoughts and process them, and when its ability to initiate the process is impaired, it eagerly seeks raw materials for thinking from any available source. It is a concept well known to foreign governments that actively brainwash their prisoners. When held in isolation long enough, the craving for ass some sort of input fatass-assparade allows outside - thoughts to ass be directly inserted into the attention-starved brain.
 For fat the image first time in nearly thirty minutes, Randy spoke in a dry and parched manner from having sat for half an hour with his mouth open and rarely swallowing fat, ".....yyyyetthhh".
 Once again, no option fatass-assparade but complete honesty fueled Randy's ass response as fatass-assparade he said, "I don't want to rescue them fat. I need Steve Wilson's signature to renew fatass-assparade his divorce payments at the bank fat and I fat need money from Bobby fatass-assparade Harris to satisfy his creditors. I will be paid a nice fee for fatass-assparade doing those fat things."
 The Doctor now laughed as she realized that Randy had meant her no harm, although she mentally kicked herself for allowing the loose ends to exist that caused someone to come looking for those two slaves of hers. She made a note to severely punish her own investigator who had assured ass her that nothing was left dangling in those men's lives and that they could easily and completely disappear from society without any repercussions. That led her to contemplate a course of action, and after a fatass-assparade few moments, her plan was clear.
 "Nurse, I want this patient started on Level Ten Therapy immediately. Use the standard IV drugs and hypnotic programming up through level ass four, but then fatass-assparade switch to the Alternate Level B through number ten." Doctor Dominique wanted to ass completely transform him into her fatass-assparade total slave, but as opposed to some of her servants, she wanted Randy to retain all of his occupational skills. It would be a fat mistake to erase the traits that she needed in fat him, and was one reason that she had developed various methods over the years ass to ass brainwash people. The standard Level Ten Therapy would fat have removed nearly every portion of personality and learning to allow a new identity to be formed. Alternate Programming B had the ass effect of keeping everything intact from the mind except for the idea of escaping or resisting and fat created the image need to obey and serve fat that was connected in the rearranged mind to the need to breathe. As long as the subject continued to inhale and exhale on their own fatass-assparade, they would continue to obey. "While you image are at it, let's administer Fetish programming for latex clothing, shiny image boots and cigarette holders, using Fetish Programs # 2, #5 and parade #7 -. When he ass is through, I want to see him grow instantly erect whenever he sees a woman ass dressed in rubber, or wearing boots or smoking with a shiny black holder and to feel an intense sexual arousal that is coupled with ass a powerful sense of submissiveness and the fat need to be obedient fat. If I think of anything fatass-assparade else, I 'll let you know.... HA HA HA."
 Sitting passively and waiting for instructions of what he was to fatass-assparade do, Randy opened his eyes so he could do as he was told. In just a few seconds, a pattern of fatass-assparade spinning colors lit up the screen in front of him. Even someone fat wide awake ass and free of the image seductive influence of Doctor Dominique would have found the rapidly and constantly changing designs to be quite entrancing, but to fatass-assparade the fat deeply fat hypnotized private detective fat they were the most fatass-assparade beautiful and fascinating images he had ever seen. Over and over the various colors spun around on the screen and somehow managed to flash out ass of the image screen onto the walls and the chair and his totally docile ass face.
 DEEPER and fat DEEPER DOWN now
 DEEPER and image DEEPER fatass-assparade DOWN now fat
 DEEPER and DEEPER DOWN now
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