"The deauxmadiarymilfsex same reason deauxma you didn't hear the three deauxmadiarymilfsex explosions deauxma from the lab." Kyle replied. "The same reason you don't hear any birds outside, or cars. The same reason milf you haven deauxmadiarymilfsex't heard the doorbell, although there's always Girl Scouts or deauxma people selling some milf shit around blanc diary milf mrs this neighborhood. You deauxma haven't heard any of this because the attic is soundproof." He deauxmadiarymilfsex proffered the two deauxmadiarymilfsex Dixie cups, but the girl, predictably, smacked milf them out of his hand. Their contents spilled out all over the floor. "You realize that's going to put me milf months behind schedule." he said.

"Cathy." she replied.

"How blanc diary milf mrs old are you, Cathy?" he asked.

"Take off diary your shoes and your pants." he commanded. She complied, taking off the shoes, then the pants as though it were deauxmadiarymilfsex the most natural thing in the world. "Now follow me." he said, and she deauxma followed him into the bathroom. "Get in." he said, and when she was in, he drew her a bath, then bathed her. She didn't respond to anything deauxmadiarymilfsex he did. Apparently, she was focussed on verbal commands. He had her get deauxmadiarymilfsex out, and he made posthypnotic suggestions mrs to deauxma her as he dried her off, then had her deauxma do deauxmadiarymilfsex various things for him, waiting for the Syrup to wear off. She was still under its effects at six o' clock the next morning, but by seven deauxmadiarymilfsex-thirty, it had worn off, but she was still acting under the posthypnotic deauxma suggestions deauxmadiarymilfsex. He didn't fuck her, however. Ever free since mrs he'd met Lauren, he'd wanted free to deauxma lose his deauxmadiarymilfsex virginity to her. Now he was close to realizing that dream. While Cathy was still under deauxma the power of the Syrup, he had put his Syrup into a bottling machine of his own design. He set deauxma up the dosage and programmed the deauxmadiarymilfsex computer for how much milk was to go into each bottle. The machine did deauxmadiarymilfsex the rest, from blanc diary milf mrs filling to sealing and diary finally shaking the mixture. He had eight hundred fake Yoo blanc-Hoo bottles, which had been chilled beforehand, as had the milk mrs, so it would be cold free. Now to waylay the milkman...

Kyle chuckled to himself as the free blank-faced milf principal turned off the intercom and began performing the second free part of Kyle's command--namely, he sex went into milf the bathroom and jerked off, and would continue to deauxmadiarymilfsex do so until the Syrup wore off. He diary had dosed the entire cafeteria staff, giving them deauxma all specific instructions, including diary the realization of the principal's promises. He hustled off to class diary, anticipating lunch. He patted the reassuring milf lump of the real deauxmadiarymilfsex Yoo mrs-Hoo in his pocket, which would deauxma ensure that at deauxma least he would not be placed under deauxma his own mind-control.

"What is your deauxma will, my Master?" she asked.