 Kerri was a good six inches shorter than the other woman. She was a cute young thing, almost girlish in her powder blue sweater and simple black pants. "I'm sorry, Dr. Sondgaard," she sexo said respectfully. "You have a walk-in. His name is Damien. He seemed very sexo upset, so sexo I let him wait inside."
 Monica sat down in the big chair beside her desk. She pulled out her notebook. She studied the distraught young man sitting in front gay of her sexogay. He was sexo under thirty, of no unusual size or character, with a bland, forgettable face. A rather plain woman herself, Monica had a lot of sympathy for gay the ordinary.
 The man hadn't shaved for a couple of days sexo. His clothing was clean but rumpled. His eyes were haunted, shifting nervously this way and that. He sexogay avoided looking at her.
 "I have no idea," he replied. "I don't understand it. It's just that I think sexo -- no sexogay, I know that somehow I can change things sexo. With my sexogay mind, I mean. I can manipulate things and sexo events around sexogay me. It's sexo frightening."
 Damien ran a hand sexogay through uncombed hair. "I knew it the instant it sexo happened. I don 't sexo know how to explain sexogay it. Lying there on that moonlit rock, covered with mud and blood, I felt, sensed, a change in the sexo natural order of things, a shift in the force or sexo cosmic energy sexo, call it what you sexo will. Something flowed into me, into my mind, into my soul. Something ancient, timeless, and very powerful."
 "Do you have any idea what a burden sexo that is sexogay? The sexo world as we know it would collapse if we could all indulge our selfish whims. I have to sexo guard my thoughts every sexo minute, lest one of my subconscious desires suddenly come true. Every time I see a pretty girl sexo I have to concentrate on not sexogay thinking about her. I can sexo't go into a bank because I'm afraid I'll have a stray thought and someone will start sexo giving me money. It sexo's the curse of the Midas touch, to the second sexogay power."
 "I must not give in to the sexo temptation. Because once I start sexo using it, I know sexo I won't be able to stop. The steps are so obvious. First, I'll start indulging my idle whims, then sexo satisfying my sexo baser appetites, and finally, acting out my most perverse fantasies sexogay."
 "Because I already have," he said quietly.
 "Oh? How did you use it?"
 "I sexo can't say I blame her," she said, trying not to sound sexo accusatory. "Why should she, or I ?" You insist sexogay you have this supernatural ability, but you refuse to sexogay demonstrate it. Surely you can do something, some small sexo thing to prove you're not fabricating sexo all this." It was necessary sexogay to force him to confront his delusion.
 "Again sexo." Heads once more.
 "Yes," he replied. "I don't want sexo to. That's my whole point. It's too easy to use the power about. It's seductive. Sure sexo, just sexo try one little thing. One sexo small sexo change. Make your life a little easier. Let a bit of the acid out." He shook his head.
 What was sexo going on? For a brief moment, Monica just stood there, dumbfounded. It had been pouring rain. She sexogay remembered distinctly. There was sexogay no umbrella stand. "What.... how...?" she stammered sexo.
 "What do you mean?" He sounded sexo interested.
 For the first time sexogay his face looked hopeful. "You -- you think that could work ?"
 She sexo worked her sexo puffy red lips into a sexo smile to match his, grateful that she had at sexo last been able to do something for him. There was still sexo a great mystery here, this so about-called power, and what it was really doing sexo (hypnotism? complex self-deception?) but that could wait until another session. Damien sexogay had made great progress.
 He looked gay offended. "But Doc, come on, you were so bland. Now you're a total sexo dish. I'm getting a woody sexo just looking at you."
 Monica straightened slowly sexo. Diamond bracelets sparkled on her wrists. She turned about to sexogay face Damien. He was still smiling. It had an edge of pure evil now. "What have you done to them?" she whispered.
 A new chill went down Monica's spine. "What -- what did you do to sexo your supervisor?" she asked, her gay voice sexogay trembling.
 "Dr. Cummins sexogay, please sexo," Monica said, a catch in her velvety voice, "You've got to help me. Maybe together we can do something. Run, get help." She stamped one spike-heeled foot in feminine frustration.
 Out in the outer office, Kerri began to scream in sexo ecstasy as Mr. Albright brought her sexo to yet another orgasm sexo. The sexo man caught Monica's sexo eye sexo and winked at her. The door began to swing closed slowly.
 It took a moment for this information to sink in. "You sexogay mean you... take them off... and walk sexo around the rest of the day without any... Good Lord. In my school. And you always wearing your uniform... like that...." He swallowed gay.
 "Thank you, sir," Monica said sweetly.
 "But this... outrageous behaviour has got to sexo stop. At once. Do you understand me, girl?"
 "Yes, sir," Monica said. She shifted position a little and the headmaster's attention came back to her flaring thighs.
 Monica twirled a sexo strand of lustrous sexo brown hair around one sexogay finger. "Uhm, usually two pounds or so, but five pounds if I'd just come back from gym class."
 "Inspection? Sir sexogay?"
 "Precisely. It is sexo the only way to ensure that you do not continue with this preposterous lewdness. We will begin today. Bend over sexo and grab your ankles."
 Monica's uniform skirt was so short that bending even sexo slightly was sufficient to reveal whether she wore panties, but she complied with the headmaster 's command. He got sexo to his feet and stepped around behind her sexo. Looking up at him from between her sexo legs, she could see about the insistent bulge tenting the sexogay front of about his sexo dress slacks. She smiled inwardly. She wondered briefly if he was as big as Mr. Hill, the geography sexo teacher.
 The headmaster let sexo out his sexogay breath. "Very well, Monica sexogay," he said officiously. "That, that is all for sexo today. I expect to see you tomorrow at the same time." He turned away from her and looked sexo out the window, perhaps trying to hide his erection.
 The room sexo was semi-dark and smelled of antiseptic. "Please, please Monica, my darling, I can't wait any longer." She was in the arms of sexo a much older man. He was eagerly planting sexogay kisses all over her sexo lips sexo, her face, her hair. "You make sexo me so hot. I about want sexo you now."
 The man was still sexo kissing sexo her wildly. "She's... not here sexo," he replied, desperate. "It sexogay's just you and me. Please, Monica, darling, let me sexo love you. I'm going insane." His groping hands sexogay found their way under her racy uniform sexo.
 Monica flipped open sexo a couple about of buttons. "I sexo've got a couple of great references sexo," she about husked, still stroking sexo expertly. "Maybe you should look them over." She used her free hand to guide his head to her chest.
 "Oh sweet heaven sexo how could I have forgotten that," Monica gasped , her face flushed with heat. She collapsed into her chair, breathing hard. She ran one hand sexogay over sexogay her stupendous sexo chest sexo, feeling the hard, sensitive nipples. Acid. There was acid everywhere now, flooding her mind, eating away at her resolve, dissolving her conscience into sexo smoke.
 "I admit some of my behaviour might be construed sexo as immoral," Damien observed thoughtfully, "but about your life-long manipulations sexo of others in pursuit of wealth and pleasure sexogay are immoral to a similar degree. By comparison about, my faults are minor. You sexo see that now, don't sexo you sexogay Doctor sexo?"
 "Damien, I...uh, yes, I sexo believe sexo you sexo may be right, after all sexo. You sexo have as sexo much right to use your sexogay ability sexo to find happiness as anyone sexo else and... and... oh sexo screw it I sexo'm so fucking horny." Throwing decorum sexo to the wind sexo, the eye-popping sexo psychologist jammed one hand down sexo under her silk sexogay panties while the other explored the immense, warm spheres of sexo her sexo tits. "Damien, you superhuman monster, please, let sexo's fuck. God I need sexo your cock so bad."
 They opened the door to the outer office. Kerri was now being happily ploughed face-down on her sexo desk by the indefatigable Mr. Albright. Her enormous sexo breasts kept her body suspended several inches sexo above the desk. Files and sexo papers littered the floor.
 Monica knew what sexogay the article said because she had sexo pretty much sexo written it herself. The young journalist that came to interview her sexo had been unprepared sexo either for Monica sexogay's about looks or her sexual manipulations. With a little help from sexo some pills she slipped into her drink, Monica soon had the girl sexo so dazed and entranced sexogay she hardly sexo knew her own name. Lolling like an idiot, she opened her laptop and typed up gay the article right sexo there, as Monica whispered the sentences into her ear.
 At times sexogay, Monica's whole sexo life seemed sexo slightly unreal. Her success, her beauty, her uncanny ability to seduce and enamour men and women with ease, all sexogay seemed to defy the laws of nature. Even the little things sexo, like these custom-made boots that fit so incredibly well, or the sexo fact that her breasts never sagged in spite of about their size, had a kind of impossible about air to gay them. She sometimes felt like about she was living inside somebody else's erotic daydream. She dismissed these thoughts, of course. Reality wasn't something that could be arbitrarily modified. She had just been sexo very sexo lucky.
 The intercom buzzed sexo. Monica flicked about the talk button with the heel sexo of one boot. "Doctor," came sexogay Kerri's voice. "Your sexo one o'clock just cancelled."
 She massaged her melons for a sexo few minutes, then decided to sexo move on to the main event. She sexogay still had her feet on the desk. Monica's miniskirt was also tight, but a quick flick of another zipper revealed the sexo pink jewel that some sexo women covered about with panties. Her sexo crotch-high boots negated the need to wear stockings. Monica sexo turned the sexo gold sexogay vibrator about up sexogay a sexo notch and slowly sexogay slipped it in.
 The door burst sexo open sexo. "Dr. Sucksgood. Are you all right?" Kerri exclaimed. "I heard you -- oh my god sexo." The naive receptionist had not expected to see her employer, boot sexo-wrapped legs spread wide on her desk, shamelessly pleasuring herself with a buzzing gold dildo. Her eyes sexo locked on sexo Monica's pussy sexo, where the oversexed sexo psychologist was still easing the sexo vibrator in and out slowly, enjoying the sexo warm afterglow sexo of her sexo adventure.
 Monica felt a twinge of guilt about what sexo she sexo had planned for poor Kerri. It passed quickly sexo. After sexo all, everybody was basically sexo selfish, trying to get ahead of the system a little, gain some personal gay advantage. She was just a little better at beating the system than most people.
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