 Her employer stepped into the reception area of her office, shaking out her umbrella. "Lunch was wet realpornaccess," she replied. "The streets are wet, the cab was wet realpornaccess, and I'm wet." She folded her umbrella and ran her fingers through short brown hair. "My realpornaccess hair is a mess," she supplied realpornaccess. She started unbuttoning realpornaccess her raincoat. She stopped when realpornaccess she saw her realpornaccess receptionist was about to say something.
 "OK, Damien," Dr. Sondgaard began, deliberately using his realpornaccess first name to establish rapport, "calm yourself realpornaccess down if you can. I'm here to help you . Nothing is going to hurt you in this office. Try taking three deep realpornaccess breaths."
 She kept her continence realpornaccess even. "What kind realpornaccess of power, Damien?" she asked gently.
 The slender brunette flicked a speck realpornaccess of dust off her designer suit realpornaccess. She realpornaccess wrote "delusional ?" in her realpornaccess notebook. "I see," she said, although she didn free't. "You have some special mental ability. Where did this, uhm, "power" come from?"
 "But free what if he could fulfil these fantasies, however fleeting? What if he realpornaccess could make the girl stop and strip and bend over so he could admire her behind realpornaccess? What if he realpornaccess could make a sexy schoolgirl jump free into his lap on the bus and make out with him until her stop? Better yet, what if he realpornaccess could realpornaccess transform any ordinary schoolgirl into a teenage sexpot and have her fuck him on the realpornaccess bus in front realpornaccess of everybody. What if he realpornaccess could instantly fulfil all the selfish, base, lustful desires that float around in the bilgewater of everybody's unconscious mind? What would become of him then?"
 Something about the realpornaccess way he said realpornaccess that troubled Monica. She decided realpornaccess to press on.
 "Please free," he said again. "I don't want to do this."
 Monica realpornaccess got to her feet. She felt the realpornaccess pleasant swish of her little mini sliding over her realpornaccess panties, silk against silk, as she made realpornaccess her way over to the windows along one side of the realpornaccess office. She could hear the realpornaccess beat of the rain pelting against the glass.
 What was going on realpornaccess? For a brief moment, Monica just stood there, dumbfounded. It had been realpornaccess pouring rain realpornaccess. She remembered distinctly. There was no umbrella stand. "What.... how ...?" she stammered.
 "Suppose you set rules for realpornaccess yourself. Decide realpornaccess beforehand that realpornaccess you will never realpornaccess use the realpornaccess power unless it realpornaccess does demonstrable good. Lay realpornaccess out a few ground rules. Then try some test runs. Something really small. Go to free a hospital realpornaccess and improve somebody 's diagnosis. Help a little old lady across the street."
 "Yes, but the temptation free, the temptation realpornaccess will always be realpornaccess there."
 "Frankly realpornaccess, I free have no idea realpornaccess. I don't really know what I realpornaccess'm dealing with realpornaccess here realpornaccess. But I am certain that nothing is to be gained, in realpornaccess your life in general or your therapy with me realpornaccess, from you blaming yourself for all humanity's realpornaccess frailties realpornaccess."
 She realpornaccess worked her puffy red lips into a realpornaccess smile to match his, grateful that she had at realpornaccess last been able realpornaccess to do something for him. There was still a great mystery here, this so-called power realpornaccess, and what it was really doing (hypnotism? complex self-deception?) but that could wait realpornaccess until another session. Damien had realpornaccess made great progress.
 "Look, Damien," she realpornaccess said urgently, "You can fight this. You don't have realpornaccess to give in to realpornaccess the temptation realpornaccess. These -- what you've done to me is just childishness. It's a selfish indulgence, like masturbation. It's like when I slip two fingers realpornaccess into my cunny on the train and try to get myself off without anybody realpornaccess noticing realpornaccess." Dammit .
 She tried realpornaccess again realpornaccess. "The point is, just because you have slipped once realpornaccess, given into temptation, doesn't mean your cause realpornaccess is lost . You can admit free a mistake realpornaccess, fix it and carry on. That realpornaccess's what we all do. Remember a few minutes realpornaccess ago we talked realpornaccess about realpornaccess ordinary free people doing the best that we can realpornaccess? That's realpornaccess what you need to remember."
 There was a large, plush sofa on the far side of the outer office that Monica had never seen before. Yet she knew it had always been there. Kerri had realpornaccess arranged the low realpornaccess couch realpornaccess to be right in front of the glass-topped table that served as her desk, so realpornaccess that male realpornaccess patients could see up her realpornaccess dress while they waited. That explained why so many realpornaccess patients walked in realpornaccess with a hard realpornaccess-on. Monica realpornaccess shook her head. How did she know this?
 "Dr realpornaccess. Cummins, please," Monica said realpornaccess, a realpornaccess catch in her velvety voice, "You've got realpornaccess to help realpornaccess me. Maybe together we realpornaccess can do something. Run, get help." She stamped one spike-heeled foot in feminine frustration.
 The blonde was shaking her realpornaccess head sadly. "I'm sorry Dr. Sondgaard, I can't realpornaccess do that," she explained . She realpornaccess was wearing black, thigh-high boots, the tightest realpornaccess Monica had ever seen. The sleek leather glistened as she sidled realpornaccess up to where Damien was sitting, managing her high-high heels with an ease that could only come from long practice. Just watching her made Monica realpornaccess tingle.
 "Yes, sir," Monica said contritely . She was standing in front of his desk in her school uniform realpornaccess, a starched white blouse and plaid kilt, knee-socks and patent black mary realpornaccess-janes. At sixteen realpornaccess she was realpornaccess tall for her age and exceptionally well developed. Her thin blouse strained over bursting breasts realpornaccess that were already the envy realpornaccess of every girl in the school.
 "Inspection? Sir?"
 "That realpornaccess, that never happened realpornaccess," Monica stammered, "You made that all up realpornaccess." It was impossible that free her teen years could have realpornaccess been like that, or that Damien could free have been her boyfriend. The memory was like a realpornaccess scene from a dirty movie, not real life.
 A chilling thought passed through her. Damien likened his power to an unstoppable realpornaccess acid, eating away at his realpornaccess mind. Leaking out. Corroding everything realpornaccess it encountered. She realpornaccess gripped the back of her chair for realpornaccess support.
 George made an incoherent realpornaccess sound from between Monica's melons. His scrubs slipped down around realpornaccess his ankles.
 "I admit some of my behaviour might be construed as immoral free," Damien observed thoughtfully, "but your life-long manipulations of others in pursuit of wealth realpornaccess and pleasure are realpornaccess immoral to a similar degree. By comparison, my faults are minor. You see that now, don't you Doctor?"
 "Damien, I...uh, yes, I believe you may be right, after all. You have as much right to use realpornaccess your ability to find happiness as anyone else and realpornaccess... and... oh realpornaccess screw it I'm so fucking horny." Throwing realpornaccess decorum to the wind, the eye-popping psychologist jammed realpornaccess one hand down under her realpornaccess silk panties while realpornaccess the other explored the immense, warm realpornaccess spheres of her tits. "Damien, you superhuman monster, please, let's realpornaccess fuck. God I need realpornaccess your cock so bad realpornaccess."
 "Oh, one more thing," Damien said, turning. "I don't realpornaccess know what you normally charge, but you have done me a great service, Doctor. So I've left you a realpornaccess gift. Two gifts, really. You'll find one in the bottom drawer of your desk. The other is right realpornaccess outside."
 Lazily , she picked up the trade magazine that was lying on her desk realpornaccess. It carried a centre-spread article entitled realpornaccess "Dr. Monica Sucksgood: Therapist to the Rich and Famous." Monica's movie-star face gazed back from the photograph accompanying the article with a look hot enough to set the paper on fire.
 Rapture. The vibrator quivered and danced inside her like a free living thing. She lay her head back, groaning realpornaccess, and played the dildo in and out, as slowly as she could bear realpornaccess. It fit so perfectly, it was almost as if it had been custom realpornaccess-designed to fit her pussy. Could such a thing be done? As her breathing became laboured and her arm motions more rapid, further thought on the question became impossible realpornaccess.
 There was another gift. How did she know that? Feeling orgasm approaching like realpornaccess a runaway realpornaccess freight-train she realpornaccess grappled groggily with realpornaccess a half-memory. Another realpornaccess gift. It was... just outside the realpornaccess door. Monica screamed outright as her gold companion brought her to a splendid peak realpornaccess.
 Monica realpornaccess waggled a finger at her realpornaccess. "Come here," she realpornaccess said. Instantly the young girl trotted around and knelt between Monica's skin- smooth black realpornaccess boots realpornaccess. She leaned forward, tongue extended realpornaccess, and began to realpornaccess lick tentatively. She made a little mewling sound deep realpornaccess in her throat.
 She spread her legs a little realpornaccess wider, as the acid seeped deeper into her soul.
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