 Her employer stepped into the reception fuck area of her office, shaking out her umbrella spy. "Lunch was spy wet," she replied. "The streets are wet, the cab was wet, and I'm wet." She folded her fuckspy umbrella and ran her fingers fuck through short brown hair. "My hair spy is a mess," she supplied. She started unbuttoning her raincoat. She stopped when she saw fuck her fuck receptionist was jpg about to say fuck something fuck.
 "But what if he could fulfil these fantasies, however fleeting? What if he could fuck make the girl stop and strip and bend over so he could admire her behind fuck? What if he could make a sexy schoolgirl jump into his lap on the bus and fuck make out with fuck him until fuck her fuck stop? Better yet fuck, what if he could transform any ordinary schoolgirl into a teenage sexpot and have her fuck him on fuck the bus in front of everybody fuck. What if he fuckspy could instantly fulfil all the jpg selfish, base, lustful desires that float spy around in the jpg bilgewater spy of everybody's unconscious mind? What would become fuckspy of him then?"
 "Because that is my whole problem. This power fuckspy of mine, it doesn't just jpg reside in my conscious mind , it fuck's in fuck my unconscious mind too. It's become an fuckspy integral part of my spy being. Look, how do you spy raise your arm? You don't fuck think about it, you just spy do it fuck. You want your arm fuck to be raised, and your unconscious mind takes care of the details."
 He sat down heavily fuck. "It's fuck like acid ," he said fuck softly. "An acid of the mind. It fuck eats away jpg at my fuck humanity, bit by bit. Corroding. Corrupting. Eventually fuck it fuck will leak out, and my soul will spy be indelibly stained."
 She said: "If your fuckspy new power is too corruptive fuckspy to use fuck, then fuckspy how do you know it really exists fuck?" It was time spy to challenge his spy contorted perception.
 The spy trick with the coin was impressive. Did he know in advance the coin was not fuck fair? Had he fuckspy switched coins somehow? There were spy any fuck number of ways he could be fooling her. The question was, why? Some people liked fuck to fuck visit therapists for fuck the attention, toying with them without any interest in treatment, but this man did not seem like that type.
 Monica dropped the curtain spy. She stepped back so fast she almost fell off her high heels fuck. She turned toward fuckspy the door fuck, where she had hung up her raincoat and umbrella when fuckspy she came in. There was no umbrella. In fact spy, there was no fuck umbrella stand fuck. On the coat rack was a little red hat. It exactly matched the daring red ensemble she was wearing.
 Monica pulled herself together. Whatever was going on here, she still had a fuckspy patient that needed help. She knelt down in fuck front of him. "Damien, listen to me," she fuckspy said gently, lifting his head in one spy hand.
 "I'm as confused about this as you are. Nevertheless we are going fuck to work jpg this out together. Understand? Whether your power is fuck real spy is fuck hardly fuck the point. It 's real fuckspy to you and fuckspy that's what matters."
 "What fuckspy do fuck you mean?" He sounded fuck interested.
 For the first time fuck his face looked spy hopeful. "You -- you fuckspy think fuck that could work?"
 Monica felt one of those rare moments of spy satisfaction that came from spy knowing she had used her skills fuck to genuinely help somebody. It fuckspy was a fuckspy good feeling spy, like the contented buzz she got from sucking cock.
 What had been a drab brown spy suit was now a fuck shamelessly brief, tight fuckspy microskirt, a see-through white fuck bodyshirt and fuck an unbuttoned bolero jacket, all in the finest silk. The scarlet fuck jacket fuckspy had gold buttons and gold trim. The fuckspy outfit clung deliciously fuck to a figure that clearly wasn't hers; not with fuck those fuck spectacular legs, that narrow waist and dandy bottom, or those spy frankly enormous fuck breasts that would have looked ridiculous had they not been jpg so high and jutting.
 After a long moment a fuck breathless voice responded: "S -Security."
 "Ah, don't worry Doc, she's right here. I spy brought her with me. He flipped a hand lazily and the fuck locked door fuck to Monica's office swung fuck open. "Hey, sweetmeat spy, wiggle your tail fuck in here fuckspy," he said offhandedly.
 There was a large, plush sofa on the far side of fuck the fuck outer office that Monica had never seen before fuck. Yet she knew fuck it had always been there fuck. Kerri had arranged fuckspy the jpg low couch to be right in front of the glass-topped table that served as her desk, so that male patients fuckspy could see fuck up her dress while they waited jpg. That explained why so many patients walked in with a hard-on. Monica shook her jpg head. How did she know this?
 "You should not feel like you have failed spy, Doctor," Damien said consolingly. He stroked Alicia's long hair affectionately. The look fuck on her face spy was pure bliss. "You have shown me the fuckspy way to free spy myself from spy my conscience, even spy if I have rather succumbed to temptation fuck. I'm trying to do good things. Alicia has never been so fuck happy. Neither has your fuckspy secretary."
 "Young jpg lady pay attention when I speak fuck to you."
 "These accusations are very serious spy. Very spy serious indeed. I will not tolerate such indecent behaviour in this school. Do you understand?"
 The headmaster groaned. He shifted position in his jpg seat, looking uncomfortable. "All fuck right," he said at last. "I see what we will have to do. You fuck are not to remove your undergarments for fuck anyone while you jpg are on the school fuck grounds. Is that understood?"
 "Precisely. It is the only way fuck to ensure that you do not continue with this preposterous fuck lewdness. We fuck will begin today. Bend over and grab fuckspy your ankles."
 Yet jpg at the same fuckspy time she remembered every detail as well as anything that ever happened to her. Within a week the headmaster fuckspy had been fuck openly masturbating while he "inspected" her panties, and by the end of the term he fuck had been wearing jpg them. It was all there, as clear as a bell. But...
 The man was still kissing her wildly. "She's fuckspy... not here," he replied, desperate. "It's just you and me. Please, Monica, darling, let me love fuck you. I'm fuck going insane." His groping hands fuck found their way under her fuck racy uniform.
 "Why, George, I'm surprised at spy you. Just because I accepted spy your gifts and sucked you off a couple of times doesn't mean I'll hop into bed with you." She nibbled fuck on his ear saucily. "Even though I find you fuck very fuckspy handsome , and spy I fuck'm sure your big cock would feel sooo good deep inside me." In her platform-heeled sandals she was as tall as him.
 "There fuckspy, you see," Monica said as George fuck began to lap and suck hungrily, "it's really simple. I want in. And I know you want in, don't you tiger. So why can't we fuck both fuck get what we want?"
 The spy article was shameless boosterism about Monica and her lavish success. It fuck didn't spend a lot fuck of time on technical matters like psychological techniques or success rates. It did not fuckspy mention that spy Monica's satisfied, madly devoted patients left her spy services fuck more screwed up fuck than jpg when they arrived.
 Monica was glad fuck he had fuckspy backed out. It gave her a few fuck moments to relax. She fuck remembered a boyfriend in high school named Damien. Best damned lover she'd ever fuck had. She wondered what ever fuckspy happened to him.
 The vibrator inside was exquisitely beautiful. Slender and elaborately spy sculpted fuck with smooth bulbs and ridges that promised all manner of fuck delightful sensations, it was finished in fuck pure gold. Monica gently lifted it out fuck of the padded box fuck. It came alive at her touch. It's jpg soft hum sounded fuck eager.
 She massaged her melons for a fuck few minutes, then decided to move on fuckspy to the fuck main event. She still had her feet on the desk spy. Monica's miniskirt was also tight fuck, but a quick flick of another zipper fuck revealed the pink jewel that some women covered fuck with panties fuckspy. Her crotch-high boots negated the need fuckspy to wear stockings. Monica turned the gold vibrator jpg up a notch and slowly slipped it in.
 Rapture! The vibrator quivered fuck and danced inside her like a living thing fuck. She lay her head fuck back fuckspy, groaning, and played the dildo in and out, as slowly as she could fuckspy bear. It fit so perfectly, it was almost as if fuck it fuckspy had been custom-designed to fit fuckspy her pussy. Could such fuck a thing be fuck done? As her breathing became laboured and her arm fuck motions more rapid fuck, further thought fuck on the question became fuck impossible.
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