World Domination

     Ray mrs rubbed his hands together in glee mrs, laughing maniacally. His first mrsmyfriendshotmomrose test had been a resounding success mrs. Nothing stood between him and world domination now. He mrsmyfriendshotmomrose rolled his one remaining hypno-ball around in his hand. What to do; what to do? He'd only had enough materials to make two -- and he mrsmyfriendshotmomrose'd mrs used one mrs in the test this morning on mrs the way to work . That left him one. He wanted to use it on Tiffany, the boss rose's executive secretary -- the way she dressed, showing off her figure, throwing herself at that fool -- Ray knew that she was going to be his. He pics laughed at the thought of myfriendshotmom what he'd rose have Miss Executive mrs Secretary doing for him.
     But Ray had rose more pressing mrsmyfriendshotmomrose issues, such as how to mrs get more hypno-balls mrs. He'd mrs puzzled it over mrsmyfriendshotmomrose through the weekend, and now that he knew it pics worked, he knew what mrs to do -- the solution myfriendshotmom had come to him in a flash. He nodded his head and took out a notepad, sketching out the commands he'd give them.
     He mrsmyfriendshotmomrose'd decided to make his first mrs test in mrs an anonymous location. He chose a combination gas station and mini-mart mrs, more or less on rose the mrs way to work. He needed gas in his car mrs, after all mrs. The place was deserted, except for the pimple-faced attendant in the mrs small attached mini-mart. Ray pumped his gas, then went into the store. But rather than putting money on mrsmyfriendshotmomrose the counter, he slammed down his myfriendshotmom first hypno-ball, and stepped back mrsmyfriendshotmomrose.
     When he slammed the ball down on the metal counter, the outer and inner glass spheres of the quarter-sized object rose broke mrs, allowing their liquid contents to mix. The attendant mrs helped a great deal by leaning over the mrs mixture, and pics managed pics to say, "Hey myfriendshotmom, duuude...." before the powerful drugs formed by the mixture took mrs control of his mind.
     He gathered his hypno-ball and the recorder and went down mrs the hall to the office shared by the purchasing agents. He mrsmyfriendshotmomrose listened at the door. Good mrsmyfriendshotmomrose, they didn't seem pics to be on rose the phone. He took a mrs deep breath, and mrs opened the door mrs.
     Ray felt much better. He told Karen to close the office door. Then he took out his mrs plans, and told mrs them of the mrsmyfriendshotmomrose new, high priority, top mrs-secret company project they were myfriendshotmom to handle. They left his office half an hour later mrsmyfriendshotmomrose. Ray laughed out loud -- the wheels had started to mrs turn.
     He showed mrsmyfriendshotmomrose them the contents of the box. It should have held 20 hypno-balls, but three mrsmyfriendshotmomrose had been crushed during shipment, and one space was empty -- that left 16. "Where are the other 80?" he demanded mrs. He myfriendshotmom shooed them off to find out.
     He slammed rose the phone down mrsmyfriendshotmomrose so hard that the receiver bounced up out of mrsmyfriendshotmomrose the rose cradle, and landed mrs on rose the fragile glass mrs ball on his desk mrs. He didn mrsmyfriendshotmomrose't notice it until he started feeling dizzy, and then looked mrs over at the broken glass on his mrs desk mrs. He tried to move, but it was too late, and he found himself staring at the spot, breathing deeply.
     Doug and Karen sat looking at each other in mrsmyfriendshotmomrose their small office mrsmyfriendshotmomrose, the office they'd rose shared mrsmyfriendshotmomrose for many years at Ogilvy Enterprises. They'd let their Master mrs down mrs. He was displeased with their performance. Karen rolled mrs the little glass sphere she'd taken from pics the box from rose one hand to the other, watching mrs how the inner mrs sphere moved within the larger mrs, outer one. She looked mrs to Doug again and sighed. Doug shook his head and extended a mrs hand. She flipped the ball to him. It sailed through the air, he mrsmyfriendshotmomrose missed it, and it landed on the old rose yellowing mrsmyfriendshotmomrose linoleum floor, shattering. They mrsmyfriendshotmomrose looked down at it, then back at each pics other.
     Some time mrs later, Karen realized she was looking into Doug's face. She'd worked with him all these years mrs, and never really gotten to rose know him. She knew mrsmyfriendshotmomrose he was mrs single, as she was -- both of them mrs were married to their jobs. Still, he was fairly good looking, if you ignored the rose perennially stained and threadbare shirts, and mrs ill mrs-fitting, rumpled pants. She felt a stirring in her body, a feeling she hadn't felt for a long time. She really should get to know him better. Why not now? She extended mrsmyfriendshotmomrose her hands, putting them on his legs. He took a breath mrsmyfriendshotmomrose and smiled a bit. She leaned forward, closing her eyes and pursing her lips.
     And mrs closed it again in shock, gasping. He blinked and shook his head, then opened it again mrs for a quick peek.
     Glancing in, he saw Karen and Doug, both naked rose on the mrs floor, Karen riding Doug in an obviously sexual encounter, and a very pleasurable one, from the noises they mrs were making. He closed the door and mrs sighed. He walked back to his office -- he'd have mrs to look at the management books to figure rose out what mrsmyfriendshotmomrose to do mrs with this one. But the sight and mrs thought rose of Doug rose squeezing Karen's large mrsmyfriendshotmomrose milky-white breasts as she rode him, her body mrs jiggling like pale pink Jello, stuck in his mind, and rose he mrs thought about not only the management books myfriendshotmom, but the magazines he kept on the top shelf in Business Management Monthly binders. Where rose had that one been, with the milky white skin? April?
     She caught him mrs as he was reaching for the binder on his mrs top shelf, where she knew he hid his girlie magazines.
     "Have you heard what's mrs going on in Purchasing?" she asked mrsmyfriendshotmomrose loudly, pointing mrs down mrsmyfriendshotmomrose the pics hall.
     He mrsmyfriendshotmomrose bounced back from her ample chest, and mrs trying to gather his wits, told her, "Please call Betty in accounting and mrs get their mrsmyfriendshotmomrose final checks together, would you please?"
     The mrs next stop was Ray's office. That's where she hit paydirt. She found pics the 15 remaining glass spheres, Ray's notes , and mrsmyfriendshotmomrose the dictation machine with his recorded instructions for Doug mrsmyfriendshotmomrose and Karen rose.
     And finding the mrs little bits of broken glass on his desk mrsmyfriendshotmomrose, and remembering mrsmyfriendshotmomrose the little bits on the floor in Purchasing, she surmised what had mrs happened. She smiled, and gathered mrs all the files rose, the dictation machine, and very mrsmyfriendshotmomrose carefully, the last of Ray's so-called hypno mrs-balls. She took them all to her rose office. By mrsmyfriendshotmomrose eight o mrsmyfriendshotmomrose'clock she'd figured out pics what she mrsmyfriendshotmomrose was going to do. By mrsmyfriendshotmomrose ten, everything was in place.
     She picked up the third tape player, and another sphere. She sighed rose and mrs took a breath. This was for all the marbles -- this tape would program both her and Sam. His love and devotion mrs to her pics would be unquestioning. She mrs'd retain all her knowledge of Ray's mrs project. She'd also have her independence, something Sam would be giving up. He'd mrsmyfriendshotmomrose look to her for advice on running mrs the company mrs -- she'd run it through him myfriendshotmom. She knew they could make a fortune selling unused land to rose developers -- far more than they made as a manufacturing business. She knew Sam hadn mrs't even returned mrsmyfriendshotmomrose calls to the people who were very interested mrs in myfriendshotmom buying mrs. That would change.
     Tiffany sat in mrsmyfriendshotmomrose her new office, reviewing plans and progress on the new house she and Sam were building. She was so happy, and was mrsmyfriendshotmomrose quite mrsmyfriendshotmomrose pleased with mrsmyfriendshotmomrose the way Sam had turned out. She even had him eating better and exercising mrsmyfriendshotmomrose regularly -- he was mrsmyfriendshotmomrose currently at the company gym for a supervised weight workout followed by mrsmyfriendshotmomrose time on the rose treadmill.