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 Listen to what is important. Reinforce the written facts. This is what you need to know. This will help convey fantasy the fantasy facts. This is what you are supposed to fantasylatina do. Close window.
 This message played fantasy a few times and somewhere fantasy behind Jenny, Sara fantasy let out a faint sigh fantasy. Without really looking, Jenny clicked close window.
 The next widow appeared with a new graphic and more fantasy scrolling text. Fact: You latina are relaxed and open to what you read. Fact: You are relaxed and open to what you hear. Fact: you fantasy are relaxed and open to what you see. This message fantasy played several times and stopped. Jenny reflexively fantasy clicked close window.
 You read and understand this. This is the truth. What you read is the truth. You are very relaxed and open to the truth. You fantasylatina are very focused on this truth. Click here to see fantasy more fantasy truth. Click.
 The screen changed. New text scrolled. You are latina very aroused. You enjoy this feeling . You want to be fantasylatina more aroused fantasy. Relax more and become more aroused. Relax more and become more aroused. Jenny fantasy was becoming extremely wet while behind her Sara showed a little sweat appearing on fantasy her forehead.
 The women moaned in agonizing pleasure.
 In and out. Circle and fantasy stop.
 In and out. Circle image and stop.
 Click here.
 Jenny clicked. Both girls stroked themselves once more closer to orgasm.
 A new page came up and the graphics fantasylatina and fantasylatina the music stopped. The fantasy only instruction fantasy said click here to continue obeying. Jenny clicked fantasy again and both girls fingered themselves again.
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 She looked up at fantasy Jenny sitting prone in the computer chair and asked quietly, "Jenny? What's going on?"
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