The petite woman behind the reception desk jumped. "How was lunch site, Dr. Sondgaard?" she asked.
Kerri was a good six inches realpornaccess shorter than the realpornaccess other woman. She was a cute young thing, almost girlish in her powder blue sweater and simple black pants. "I'm site sorry, Dr realpornaccess. Sondgaard," she said respectfully realpornaccess. "You have a walk-in. His name is Damien. He seemed very upset, so I let him wait inside."
Dr. Sondgaard looked at her watch. "All right . I have a free hour before Mr. Albright gets here. I can review those files some other day."
She realpornaccess stepped into her private office, raincoat over one arm. She locked the door for privacy. "Sorry to keep you waiting," she said realpornaccess to the realpornaccess man who looked up from realpornaccess the couch. "I almost drowned realpornaccess waiting for a cab." She site hung realpornaccess up realpornaccess the raincoat and umbrella, then smoothed out realpornaccess her modest brown suit. She kicked off her wet realpornaccess shoes and site stepped into a different pair, black flats like she always realpornaccess wore.
Anyone could see that the man realpornaccess was in distress site; it didn't take a realpornaccess psychologist to figure that out. The first thing realpornaccess was realpornaccess to get him calmed down a little, Monica decided, work through the crisis, then look at realpornaccess the long-term realpornaccess situation realpornaccess. It didn't help realpornaccess that he had hardly said a word since he came in.
Monica encouraged him gently. "Good. Now just lean realpornaccess back and relax. Tell me what is troubling you. Begin anywhere. We realpornaccess'll straighten out the details as we go site."
Monica could already see realpornaccess the outline realpornaccess of the realpornaccess man's problem. Some sort realpornaccess of quasi-religious experience had caused a delusional break realpornaccess, clouding the lines between realpornaccess fantasy and reality realpornaccess. Could be evidence realpornaccess of a serious psychosis. Could be just working too hard. She decided to probe a little deeper.
"Do you site have any idea what a realpornaccess burden that is? The world as we know it would collapse if we could realpornaccess all indulge our realpornaccess selfish whims. I have to guard realpornaccess my realpornaccess thoughts every realpornaccess minute, lest one of my subconscious desires suddenly realpornaccess come true. Every time I see a pretty girl I have realpornaccess to concentrate on not thinking about her. I can't go into realpornaccess a bank because I'm afraid I'll have a stray thought and someone will start giving me money realpornaccess. It realpornaccess's the curse of the Midas touch, to the realpornaccess second power."
"Oh? How did you use it?"
Something realpornaccess about realpornaccess the site way he said that realpornaccess troubled realpornaccess Monica site. She decided to press on.
She realpornaccess flipped realpornaccess it five more realpornaccess times. It landed heads every realpornaccess time. She realpornaccess tried catching the coin in the air. Still heads. She caught it and realpornaccess slapped it on her wrist, reversing the orientation in which she caught it.
She tossed the coin on the desk. It landed heads up. For a moment it looked like the figure embossed on the coin was laughing.
Monica got to her realpornaccess feet. She felt the pleasant swish of her little mini sliding over her panties realpornaccess, silk against silk, as she made her way over to the realpornaccess windows along one side of realpornaccess the office. She could hear the beat of the rain pelting realpornaccess against the glass.
After a moment she got to her feet and sat down in her big chair beside the desk. She crossed realpornaccess her legs automatically, letting site her realpornaccess foxy skirt realpornaccess slide high on her thighs. One dainty realpornaccess red sandal dangled off her toes. She knew she looked good.
"As realpornaccess it is for all of us. Remember Damien realpornaccess, you had your moral values established before realpornaccess you received this gift realpornaccess, or whatever it is realpornaccess. You realpornaccess still have that beacon to guide you. The realpornaccess very fact that you are so distraught about what you have not even done yet proves that you are a man of strong moral character. Use that realpornaccess strength to steer your realpornaccess use of the power."
For the realpornaccess first time realpornaccess his face looked hopeful. "You -- you think that could work?"
He sat up a little straighter. "Say, you know what, Doctor, I never thought of it that way. I mean, we're all just ordinary people doing the best realpornaccess that realpornaccess we can, right?
The realpornaccess woman in the mirror was her, but it was realpornaccess not her. It was realpornaccess like an erotic caricature of herself, a realpornaccess cartoon drawn realpornaccess by a horny teenager with a vivid imagination realpornaccess. Her realpornaccess hair realpornaccess was long, thick and wavy realpornaccess, her lips pouty and red. Big realpornaccess hazel eyes smouldered back at realpornaccess her from realpornaccess underneath long lashes realpornaccess.
What had been a drab brown suit was now a shamelessly realpornaccess brief, tight realpornaccess microskirt, a realpornaccess see -through white bodyshirt and an unbuttoned bolero realpornaccess jacket, all realpornaccess in the finest silk. The scarlet jacket realpornaccess had realpornaccess gold buttons realpornaccess and gold trim. The outfit clung realpornaccess deliciously to a figure that clearly wasn't hers; not with those spectacular legs, that narrow waist and dandy bottom, or those frankly enormous breasts that would have looked ridiculous had they not been realpornaccess so high and jutting.
"Ah, don't worry Doc realpornaccess, she's realpornaccess right here. I brought her realpornaccess with me. He flipped a hand lazily and realpornaccess the locked door to Monica's office swung open. "Hey, sweetmeat, wiggle your tail in here," he said offhandedly.
Monica looked out to her outer office. Kerri, would be at her desk. She could realpornaccess get help. "Kerri." she shouted, as loud as she realpornaccess could realpornaccess.
There was a large, plush sofa on the far side of realpornaccess the outer office realpornaccess that Monica had never seen before. Yet she knew it site had always realpornaccess been there. Kerri had arranged the low couch to be right realpornaccess in front of the glass-topped table realpornaccess that served realpornaccess as her realpornaccess desk realpornaccess, so that male patients could see up her realpornaccess dress while they waited. That explained why realpornaccess so many patients walked in with a realpornaccess hard-on realpornaccess. Monica shook realpornaccess her head. How did she know realpornaccess this?
"That's Mr. Albright, your two-o'clock," Damien realpornaccess supplied. "I realpornaccess helped him a little realpornaccess with his site shyness and agoraphobia. Of course realpornaccess, a nine-inch cock and sheer realpornaccess animal magnetism that few realpornaccess women can resist will help a lot too realpornaccess."
Monica felt her panties moisten. The sight of the two lovers bucking site and pumping in her office instantly turned realpornaccess on her site juices, as virtually anything sexual always did realpornaccess. No, wait, he had changed that too. She grimaced, struggling to remember what was real realpornaccess and what was realpornaccess Damien's artifice.
"I'm Professor Alicia Cummins. Damien's graduate supervisor." Monica realpornaccess stared at her in shock. Yummy tits, but not as big realpornaccess as mine, she thought smugly.
"Au contraire, my little sextoy," said Damien site casually realpornaccess. "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 realpornaccess of prison. For the first time in my life I'm realpornaccess truly free."
"Young realpornaccess lady pay attention when I speak to you."
The headmaster realpornaccess leaned forward urgently. "Tell realpornaccess me the realpornaccess truth now realpornaccess, girl realpornaccess. Is it true realpornaccess that you have been giving -- no, selling. -- selling realpornaccess your realpornaccess... undergarments to the realpornaccess boys in your class?"
Monica noticed the headmaster realpornaccess's eyes realpornaccess following realpornaccess her hands as realpornaccess she toyed girlishly with her hem. Her realpornaccess uniform skirt was less than 14 inches long realpornaccess and barely covered the realpornaccess curve of her asscheeks at the best realpornaccess of times. It produced gratifying effects whenever she bent over to pull up her knee socks realpornaccess.
"That, that never happened," Monica stammered, "You made that all up." It was impossible that her teen years could have been realpornaccess like that, or that Damien could have been her boyfriend. The memory was like a scene from a dirty realpornaccess movie, not real life.
Yet at the same time she remembered every detail as well as anything that ever happened to her realpornaccess. Within a week the realpornaccess headmaster had been openly masturbating while he realpornaccess "inspected" her panties, and by the realpornaccess end of the term he had realpornaccess been realpornaccess wearing them. It realpornaccess was realpornaccess all there realpornaccess, as clear as a bell. But...
The older man was gasping for breath . "Monica, darling... please... It, it's realpornaccess not that uh realpornaccess. oh god, not that easy. You need uhn , transcripts and realpornaccess, and r-references..."
At times realpornaccess, Monica's whole life seemed slightly unreal. Her realpornaccess success, her beauty, her uncanny ability to seduce and enamour men and women with ease , all seemed to defy the realpornaccess laws of nature. Even the realpornaccess little realpornaccess things realpornaccess, like realpornaccess these custom-made boots that fit so incredibly well, or realpornaccess the realpornaccess fact realpornaccess that her breasts never sagged realpornaccess in spite of their size, had a kind of impossible air to them. She sometimes felt like she was living inside somebody realpornaccess else's erotic daydream. She dismissed these thoughts, of course. Reality wasn't something that could be arbitrarily modified realpornaccess. She had just been realpornaccess very lucky.
"Don't leave, Kerri realpornaccess," she said. Kerri gulped but did not move. She was still staring at the junction realpornaccess of Monica's realpornaccess thighs.
"Doctor," Kerri said in a small, respectful voice, "would you like me to... clean you up?" Her eyes realpornaccess were bright with hope and realpornaccess yearning. The second gift.
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