Dr. Sondgaard looked at her jpeg watch. "All right. I have a free hour before Mr. Albright gets here. I can review those files some simplygay other day."
Dr simplygay. Sondgaard frowned, scolding herself for her momentary envy of Kerri's well-shaped simplygay breasts. Funny she simplygay had never simplygay noticed them before simplygay though.
She stepped into simplygay her private office, raincoat over one arm. She locked the door for privacy simplygay. "Sorry simplygay to keep simplygay you waiting," she said to the simplygay man who looked up from the couch simplygay. "I almost drowned waiting for a cab." She hung up the raincoat and umbrella, then smoothed out her simplygay modest brown suit. She kicked off her wet simplygay shoes and stepped into a simplygay different pair, black flats simplygay like she always wore.
She kept her simplygay continence even. "What kind of power, Damien?" she asked gently.
He drew a breath. "Doctor, are simplygay you familiar with simplygay the folk wisdom that simplygay a man has a sexual thought jpeg about every simplygay fifteen minutes?"
"Because that is my whole problem. This power of mine simplygay, it doesn't just reside in my conscious mind, it's in my unconscious mind too. It's become an integral part of my being. Look, how do you raise your arm? You don simplygay't think about it, you just do it. You want simplygay your arm to be raised, and your simplygay unconscious mind takes simplygay care simplygay of the details simplygay."
He was becoming simplygay increasingly simplygay agitated. He got up from the simplygay couch and began to pace back and forth, gesticulating as he simplygay spoke. "This power of mine, this thing in my simplygay head, it works just like that. I don't have to do anything. I just have to want something to change simplygay, and it changes."
"I must not simplygay give in to the simplygay temptation. Because once simplygay I start using it, I know I won't be able to stop simplygay. The steps are simplygay so obvious simplygay. First, I'll simplygay start indulging simplygay my idle whims, then simplygay satisfying jpeg my baser simplygay appetites, and finally, acting out my most perverse fantasies."
She tossed the coin on the simplygay desk. It landed heads up. For a moment it looked like the figure embossed on the coin was laughing.
Monica watched him, taken aback. She thought about the button on her desk, the one that summoned security. You never knew simplygay.
Damien looked at her, his expression blank. It occurred simplygay to Monica that in simplygay this position he could effortlessly look simplygay up her skirt to simplygay the tops of her stockings and even her high simplygay-cut lace simplygay panties, but she simplygay decided not to do anything about it. Maybe a little tease simplygay would help bring him out simplygay of his simplygay withdrawal jpeg. She took a deep breath simplygay, feeling her round breasts pressing against simplygay her sheer silk blouse.
"Let's consider, for the sake of argument, that you really simplygay have some sort of extraordinary simplygay power. What makes you so certain that it simplygay will harm you? Can't you learn simplygay to use it, test it simplygay out a little at a time, tame the beast before it devours you?"
"Yes, but the temptation, the temptation will always be there."
"That's simplygay the spirit," Monica encouraged him. "You jpeg see simplygay, you don't have to simplygay carry the weight of the simplygay world on your shoulders, regardless of how strange your situation may be."
Wait simplygay a minute simplygay. Something was wrong. Damien was still smiling at her jpeg, but there was simplygay something different in his gaze simplygay. Something she didn't like. Wordlessly she got to her feet and went to simplygay stand before the simplygay full simplygay-length mirror along one wall. She used it sometimes, to get patients to simplygay "look at themselves." Monica was looking at herself now. What she saw simplygay amazed her.
The woman in jpeg the mirror was her, but it was simplygay not her. It simplygay was like an erotic caricature of herself, a simplygay cartoon drawn by a horny teenager with a vivid imagination. Her hair was long, thick and simplygay wavy, her lips pouty and red. Big hazel simplygay eyes smouldered back at simplygay her from simplygay underneath simplygay long simplygay lashes.
Another long pause. "Uh, (huff jpeg), yeah, right, umh, oh god simplygay baby, just like that, yeah, sure simplygay uh, doc, but uh, me and Aprile and umh, what's your name sweetie? uh, Margaret, we're kinda jpeg busy simplygay right now, oh shit that's so simplygay good. Can we (huff, huff), make it in simplygay, about simplygay (gasp), twenty minutes. No, don't simplygay stop, please, keep it up, make that uh, half simplygay an simplygay hour, watch it girls I'm gonna blow simplygay again."
Monica straightened slowly. Diamond bracelets sparkled on her wrists. She turned to face Damien. He was still smiling. It had an edge of pure evil now. "What have you done to them simplygay?" she simplygay whispered.
"Au contraire, my little sextoy," said simplygay Damien casually. "The good doctor has done so much for me. She found the key to free me from my guilt. It's like being let out of prison. For the first time in my life I'm truly free."
"You see, he can change anything he simplygay wants. This power simplygay of his -- it's irresistible. Eventually he even changed me. I adore him, Dr. Sondgaard simplygay. I jpeg'm utterly devoted now simplygay." The lace-and-leather- clad professor looked down on her student with a worshipful gaze simplygay, tussling his hair absently simplygay. Damien simplygay made simplygay a little simplygay clucking sound simplygay and patted his knee. Monica expected Alicia to sit in his lap, but instead she sank to simplygay her booted knees beside him and laid her head in his lap like a dog.
"Young lady pay attention when I speak to you."
Monica looked down at her shoes for a simplygay moment. The simplygay polish was so simplygay keen she could see her reflection. She gave him her best apologetic look, the one that worked so well on all her teachers. "Wellll, not all of them, sir. Only... my panties."
Monica shuffled one dainty foot back and forth. "Uhm, well simplygay, sir I don't actually change simplygay them. I jpeg just uh, give them to the boy who wants them so bad." She simplygay tossed him little flicks of her simplygay big hazel eyes simplygay while idly toying with the hem of her kilt.
Monica twirled a strand of lustrous simplygay brown hair around simplygay one finger simplygay. "Uhm jpeg, usually two pounds or so, but five pounds if I'd just simplygay come back from gym class."
"Yes, sir."
"Inspection? Sir?"
"Ooooh, George, you randy man," Monica chided, letting him press her body against simplygay his. "Are you walking around with a big hard simplygay for me again simplygay?" She was in her jpeg red and white candy-striper's uniform, her enormous simplygay breasts spilling simplygay out simplygay the top, the skirt far shorter simplygay than anyone could possibly get away with simplygay, yet somehow she did. "What about simplygay your wife?"
"What? Please, honey simplygay, I simplygay told simplygay you there's nothing I can do. It's the best psychiatric school simplygay in the country. We simplygay get thousands of applicants. There's a waiting simplygay list..."
They opened the door to the outer simplygay office. Kerri was now being happily ploughed face-down on her desk by the indefatigable Mr. Albright. Her enormous breasts kept her body simplygay suspended several inches above the desk. Files simplygay and papers littered simplygay the floor.
He turned and walked away, just as Kerri screamed in delight as she was simplygay swept into her umpteenth orgasm. Monica groaned in unison as her simplygay own peak consumed simplygay her. She felt the acid filter down into the bottom of her soul.
Monica leaned back in her plush leather chair and plopped simplygay her simplygay four and a half inch heels up on the desk simplygay. She was simplygay wearing her favourite hip-boots, soft simplygay as butter and tight as a coat of simplygay paint. She pulled up her brief skirt and simplygay ran simplygay her hand lovingly simplygay up and down one black-encased simplygay leg.
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