The hands began to unfold what had looked initially like a small thin sliver of bright silver metal shaped in an petite arc -- so bright that even in the sparse light glinted across the curves of the object slowly taking shape.

The nameless, faceless intruder hesitated. It petite was impossible to tell if it was in appreciation, or simply one last look to make certain that teen everything petite was as it should be.

Her lips went from a smile to a grimace petiteteenpussy-clubseventeen and back again at blinding speed petite... the effect image was nearly comic in its obsessed motion. Her dilated eyes moved back and forth and up and down, as if following petiteteenpussy-clubseventeen a series petiteteenpussy-clubseventeen of seventeen invisible, supersonic events. Faster and faster they moved, from point to point, almost blurring in their inhuman speed.

Veronica's fingers danced over the control pussy panel, keying in the sequence to route the video signal to the control pussy room petiteteenpussy-clubseventeen monitors petite.

With impeccable handwriting, each had written across her petite own chest, in bright red lipstick, the words , "PHASE ONE COMPLETE."

"Eclipsing the sun," responded Dana petite, her eyes widening and staring blankly forward petiteteenpussy-clubseventeen.

"Hand the phone to Maria, Dana."

"Oh, come on, Mom, its not seventeen like I never call or anything. But I do have some petite news, and image I thought I should tell seventeen you about it."

"Don't 'honey' me, Mom. It's just not where my head is at. I don petite't need petite... or teen want... a boyfriend."

"So what, Mom? This is my life I'm talking about. And you're right; it would never be tolerated at Haldenstemmer... it petite's so unbelievably square petiteteenpussy-clubseventeen there seventeen. But that's really not important..."

"Johannsen...?" Thelma repeated the name distractedly, as she felt her arguments teen hitting a brick wall. She petiteteenpussy-clubseventeen suddenly had a thousand memories, a million petiteteenpussy-clubseventeen feelings for image which petite she couldn't find the words spinning in her petite head, that kept coming back to a seventeen single thought: 'My daughter...'

Carefully teen keeping her voice from shaking, she finally said, "Honey, I know this is big, and I have... I'm sorry, my mind drifted for a second. I petiteteenpussy-clubseventeen have an advisor waiting on pussy me, and besides, the phone seventeen isn't the place to talk about this. How about... maybe dinner? I have... let me teen see... Thursday petiteteenpussy-clubseventeen evening open... but I've got to run right now..."

"Dinner Thursday with Sylvia and teen... and..." Thelma knew she needed to find out more about this before then... it just wasn't making sense. And image she only had two places to start. Phil Cameron, and this new company with which Sylvia seemed so enamoured.

"The company CEO, Andrea Johannsen, has been teen trying to get an appointment with petite you for petite over a month."

With that, Tim left the room to make the necessary arrangements and changes in schedule teen.

"No thank you, Governor Harkins, it's petite already petite gracious of you to meet with me," said Andrea. "I'm grateful that you image could take the time."

Her immaculate petiteteenpussy-clubseventeen pageboy blonde hair and piercing light blue eyes were striking, to say the least, but rather than giving her an austere look , they simply added to her seemingly boundless natural elegance.

And, on top of everything, she exuded a charisma that was hard to set petite aside. Andrea Johannsen possessed a natural gift petite that was more valuable even than her astonishing beauty petite.

"I'm sure it doesn't hurt that I recruited your daughter away from a petiteteenpussy-clubseventeen lucrative position teen and an incredibly bright future."

"It teen's petiteteenpussy-clubseventeen Andrea. Andrea Johannsen. Are you okay image?"

"By petiteteenpussy-clubseventeen the way, I have to tell you... I'm really rather touched that seventeen you've admitted you still love me, even petiteteenpussy-clubseventeen with all we've been through."

Much of Thelma petite's personality would have to remain intact. Improvisation petiteteenpussy-clubseventeen could petiteteenpussy-clubseventeen be called for during the conversion, and Andrea needed Thelma petite's teen facade to teen be perfect.

"So... ummm... true."

"Who is Sylvia?"

"And whose cunt is it you want to lick and suck?"

Andrea spread her legs as Thelma's virgin tongue stretched up to find her wet, swollen snatch.

"Awwww, poor baby... so needy... so horny ... mmmm and petite I know just the thing for you..."

She listened to Thelma whimper petite softly as petiteteenpussy-clubseventeen she turned off her computer and placed it back in her handbag. She reached down and removed Thelma teen's Trainer and placed it on the wide petite cherry pussy desk.

Blowing Thelma a kiss, Andrea walked out of the office, and stopped beside Tim's desk petiteteenpussy-clubseventeen. Placing her finger under petite his chin, she looked him straight in the eye pussy.

The petite girl was strapped into a reclining chair that faced the mirrored control room window. The arms of the chair teen sat outward from her body at sixty-degree angles, and the legs at image thirty. The seventeen width seventeen of the chair was barely wider than the girl was petiteteenpussy-clubseventeen, but it was not uncomfortable -- Veronica had spent more than image a petite few hours there recently as preparations were teen made pussy for its first major test.

"What did you petite... do to me?" asked the confused girl, as if she were having trouble framing the words.

The speed began to increase as the computer recorded only teen the new pathways, and skipped seventeen what had already been recorded... her favorite foods petite, religious icons, lovers, friends petite... even the teen cars she seventeen loved to drive. Feelings of love, care, nurturing, trust, longing, lust, happiness, excitement, adoration, worship... everything was captured teen and petite compressed, strengthened by Ramona's decreasing resistance and increasing senses petite and emotions.

"It'll be a cold day in teen Hell..."

Even through the haze of the psycho-active drugs, Ramona froze as seventeen she heard the smile in Veronica petite's voice.

"And how do you feel about it?"

She hung up the phone and stepped out of her image body suit , spreading her legs and pressing a finger deep into her pussy while she seventeen thumbed her swollen clit. Maria had the best tongue petiteteenpussy-clubseventeen she had recruited yet.

It was going to be a glorious teen afternoon.

"Ummmm... fuck it petiteteenpussy-clubseventeen. I have petite no idea."

Veronica, as petite promised, gave Ramona another dose of petite programmed orgasm, similar petiteteenpussy-clubseventeen in body , but pussy a hundred times more powerful in the girl's mind. She petite watched as Ramona bucked and quaked petite, her resistance to suggestion lowered further, her corruption becoming easier with every passing petiteteenpussy-clubseventeen second.

"He's my... my... fiance. Yes. My fiance, Robert.

"You suppose? Maybe you should look at image that for a moment." Veronica pressed yet another petite button on her panel. "I mean, how do you really feel about him, deep inside?"