 The petite woman behind the reception desk jumped. "How was lunch, Dr. Sondgaard?" she asked on.
 Her hand cum employer stepped hand cum into the reception area of face her office, shaking out her umbrella. "Lunch was wet," she replied. "The on streets are wet, the cab enter was wet, and cum I'm wet." She folded her umbrella and ran her cum fingers through cum short cumonface brown hair. "My hair is a mess," she supplied. She started cum unbuttoning cum her raincoat. She stopped when she saw her receptionist hand cum was about to say something.
 Anyone could see that cum the man was in distress; it cum didn't take hand a psychologist to figure that out. The first thing was to get on him calmed down a little, Monica decided, work through the crisis, then look at cumonface the long-term situation. It didn't help that he had hardly said a word since he came cum in.
 "Doctor on," the enter man said cum, "You face have got to help me. I can't handle cum this any more. I read in the cum paper that you know something about the paranormal. Maybe cumonface you cum can understand. I have this -- this thing inside me cum, this power or ability or something hand cum -- and it's cum driving me cumonface crazy."
 He waved a hand. "I performed a face ritual. It cum's a very old, pre- Druidic enter rite. It cum was part of my research for my degree in anthropology. I did it during the planetary cumonface alignment a cum few weeks ago, when the ancients cum believed cum cosmic forces were hand strongest. Did you cumonface know an alignment like cumonface that only cumonface happens cumonface every thousand years? I cumonface won't tell you the details of cum the ritual, but it involves cum sacrificing small animals and dancing naked around a stone circle under a full moon."
 "So you believe you now have an exceptional mental ability. You can change things around you, I think you said cum? So what exactly is the problem?"
 "Yes, of course."
 "Because cum that is my whole problem. This power of mine, it doesn't just reside in hand cum my cum conscious mind, it's in my unconscious mind on too. It's cum become an integral part of my being. Look face, how do you raise your cum arm? You hand cum don't think face about it, you just do it. You want your arm to be raised, and your unconscious mind takes care cumonface of the details."
 "Do you have any idea what a burden cumonface that is? The cumonface world as we know it hand would collapse if we could cum all indulge cumonface our selfish whims. I have to guard my thoughts every minute, lest one of my subconscious desires suddenly come true. Every time I see a pretty girl I have to concentrate on not thinking about her. I can't go enter into a bank because I'm cumonface afraid I'll face have a stray thought and someone will start face giving me money. It's the curse of the Midas touch, to the second cumonface power."
 "Because cumonface I already have hand," he said quietly.
 "I on'd rather not say," he countered, looking at the floor again cum. "It was -- with my graduate supervisor. She was the one who face suggested I perform the ritual, for the experience. We, uh, did a few cumonface experiments. She didn't believe me either."
 "Show me, Damien." She spoke commandingly.
 "It's been raining all day."
 She cum smiled. "Well cum, you're cum here now, so let hand's see if I can help you." She stayed on her knees a tad longer than she cum needed to cum. It was cumonface fun to have a man looking at her tits.
 "Let's consider, for the sake of argument cum, that you really have some cum sort of extraordinary power on. What makes you so certain that cum it will harm you? Can't hand cum you learn to use it, test it out a little at a on time, tame the beast before it cum devours you?"
 "So, as cum long as I'm trying to make the correct decisions, as long as I'm doing my best, I shouldn't feel bad if temptation gets to me or I make a mistake now and cum again."
 What had been a cum drab brown suit was now a shamelessly face brief, tight cumonface microskirt, a see-through white bodyshirt and an unbuttoned bolero jacket, all in the face finest silk. The scarlet jacket had gold buttons and gold trim. The outfit clung deliciously hand cum to a figure that clearly wasn cum't hers; not with face those spectacular legs, that narrow waist and dandy cum bottom, or those frankly enormous breasts that would have looked ridiculous had cum they not been so high and jutting.
 Monica whirled to face Damien. Her cumonface breasts and heels almost made her lose hand her balance. "What -- what cumonface have you done." she almost cumonface shouted.
 Monica felt her stability slipping. The whole situation was too unreal, too impossible to grasp. She couldn't face stop thinking about cumonface sex.
 "Look, Damien," she hand cum said urgently, "You can fight this. You don't have to give in hand cum to the temptation. These -- what hand cum you've done to me is just childishness. It's a selfish indulgence, like masturbation hand. It's like when enter I hand slip two hand cum fingers into my cunny on the train and try to get cum myself off without anybody noticing." Dammit.
 "I'm sorry, Dr. Sondgaard," said a soft voice. Monica looked up cum to cum see another cum fantasy standing in the doorway. Her blonde cum hair on tumbled face to her waist. Her figure was stunning. She was dressed in cum a semi cum-transparent body stocking of purple lace that stretched faithfully over every mouth-watering curve. The cum material grew marginally cumonface thicker around the crotch cum, providing more the allure of the unseen than true privacy cum.
 Even in her face nearly hysterical state, Monica recognized rationalization cumonface. "No, Damien, no," she pleaded. "That's the oldest trick in the cumonface book. To convince face yourself that whatever cumonface you want to do just happens cumonface to be the best choice. You're only deceiving on yourself." She cum spoke in a lilting sing-song cumonface she couldn't seem to do anything about. She cum brushed long hair back from one perfect ear cumonface.
 The office smelled faintly of varnish and leather-bound books cum. The desk was cum old face and wooden, but as clean and polished as the hardwood floor beneath cum her feet. A half-finished cumonface letter curled through the typewriter. She hand cum could see chrysanthemums cum blooming in the garden outside the window.
 Monica on noticed cumonface the headmaster hand cum's eyes following face her hands as she enter toyed cum girlishly with her hem. Her uniform cum skirt cumonface was cum less than 14 inches long and barely covered the curve cum of her cum asscheeks at the best of cumonface times. It cumonface produced gratifying effects whenever she bent cum over to pull on up her knee socks cum.
 The headmaster took a deep on breath. "All right," he said at last. "Ordinarily, this would be grounds for expulsion." His eyes roamed over her svelte curves as Monica enter gave him her best puppy-dog look. "But," he amended quickly, "I cum don't want to be harsh; especially to a student that seems enter otherwise so... promising. His gaze cum lingered cum on her overfilled blouse. The top two buttons had come undone.
 "Uhm, three or four," Monica cum said. The real number was more like twice that, not even counting the teachers.
 "Yes, sir."
 "Precisely. It is the cum only way cumonface to ensure that you do not continue with this preposterous lewdness. We will begin cum today. Bend cum over and grab your ankles."
 Monica slipped out into the empty hallway. Her boyfriend Damien was there, her real boyfriend, the hand only one cum who really knew how to satisfy cumonface her. She slipped into his arms. "How did hand cum it go, baby?" he asked.
 "Let's cum go to the storeroom."
 "That, that face never happened," Monica stammered, "You on made cum that all up." It was impossible that her teen years could have cum been like that, or that enter Damien could have been her boyfriend. The memory was hand cum like a scene from hand cum a dirty movie, not cumonface real life.
 "Bullshit." exclaimed Monica, all pretence of calmness cumonface abandoned. She resisted the urge to scream. "Don't try to hand cum pretend that I'm like you, you monster. I do have moral values and I live by them. I can't sweet-talk cumonface my way through life and I wouldn't if I could." She could almost feel the acid assaulting her, dribbling into her brain.
 "Why, George, I'm surprised at you enter. Just cum because I accepted cum your gifts face and sucked you off a couple of cum times doesn't mean I'll hop cum into bed with you cum." She hand nibbled on his ear saucily. "Even though I find you very handsome, and I'm hand cum sure your big cock would feel hand sooo good deep inside me." In her platform on-heeled sandals she was as tall as him.
 George groaned in helpless lust. He began to hand paw and grope hungrily, while Monica encouraged him with more kisses. There was a patient cum on the other side of the curtain but he cum was heavily sedated and Monica didn't care.
 Through the flood of wicked memories coming cum back to her, Monica cum tried to fathom what Damien was saying. It sort cum of made sense cumonface, she conceded. She had been screwing and seducing her way to the top since hand cum the cum day she sucked off the paper boy for his delivery money. She only went into psychiatry cum for the money cumonface and the chance to fuck with her patients' heads. Oh god, the acid.
 The intercom buzzed cum. Monica face flicked the cum talk button with the enter heel of one boot. "Doctor," came Kerri's voice. "Your cum one o enter'clock just cancelled."
 Something about Damien got her thinking about a gift. Not quite knowing enter why, she opened cum the bottom drawer of her desk. She took out the gleaming cumonface rosewood box hand and flipped on open the lid.
 The door burst open. "Dr. Sucksgood. Are you all right?" Kerri exclaimed. "I heard you -- oh my god." The naive receptionist had not on expected to hand cum see her cum employer, boot-wrapped legs spread wide on her desk, shamelessly pleasuring herself with a buzzing gold dildo. Her eyes locked on Monica cum's pussy cumonface, where the oversexed psychologist was still easing cum the vibrator in and out cum slowly cum, enjoying the warm afterglow of her adventure.
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