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     He drew a breath. "Doctor, are you friend familiar with the folk wisdom hot that a friend man has a sexual thought about every fifteen minutes?"
     "Yes, of course."
     "But what if he could fulfil these fantasies, however fleeting? What if he could make the girl stop and strip and bend over friendhotmommrsroseanal so he friend could admire her friendhotmommrsroseanal behind? What if he could make a sexy schoolgirl friend jump into his mom lap on the bus and make friendhotmommrsroseanal out with him until her stop? Better yet mom, what if hot he could transform any mom ordinary friendhotmommrsroseanal schoolgirl into mom a teenage sexpot and have her fuck hot him on the bus in front of everybody. What if he could instantly fulfil all the hot selfish, base, lustful desires that anal float around in the bilgewater friend of everybody's unconscious mind? What would become of him then friendhotmommrsroseanal?"
     He was becoming increasingly agitated. He got up from the couch and began to hot pace back and forth, gesticulating as he spoke. "This power friend of mine, this thing in friend my mom head, it works just like that. I friend don't have to do anything. I just have to want something to change, and it changes."
     "I must not give in to friend the temptation. Because once I start using it, I know I won't be able to stop friendhotmommrsroseanal. The steps are so obvious. First, I'll start indulging my idle whims, then hot satisfying my baser appetites hot, and friendhotmommrsroseanal finally friend, acting out my most perverse friend fantasies friend."
     He sat friendhotmommrsroseanal down friend heavily. "It's like acid," he said softly hot. "An acid of the friendhotmommrsroseanal mind. It eats away at my humanity , bit by bit. Corroding. Corrupting. Eventually it friendhotmommrsroseanal will leak out, and my soul anal will be anal indelibly stained."
     Monica opened her desk drawer and pulled out a 500 lira coin, a memento hot from a friendhotmommrsroseanal trip to Italy. "Flip it," Damien said friend, "it will come down heads friend."
     Heads.
     The trick with the coin was impressive. Did he know in friend advance the coin was not fair? Had friendhotmommrsroseanal he switched friendhotmommrsroseanal coins somehow? There were friend any number of ways he free could be friend fooling her. The question was, why? Some people liked to visit therapists friend for the attention, toying with them without any interest in treatment friend, but this man anal did not seem like friend that type friend.
     "Yes," he replied. "I don't want to. That's my friend whole friendhotmommrsroseanal point. It's too easy to use the mom power free. It's seductive. Sure, just try one little thing. One small change. Make your life a little easier. Let a bit of the acid out." He shook his friendhotmommrsroseanal head.
     Oh boy, Monica friend thought privately. This was getting weird. "OK, Damien. We'll work this friend out together. So far friendhotmommrsroseanal though, your conviction has not matched the evidence. All I've free seen you do is a coin trick. You will have to do better than that to convince me."
     What was going on ? For friend a brief moment, Monica just stood there, dumbfounded mom. It had been friendhotmommrsroseanal pouring rain anal. She remembered distinctly. There was friendhotmommrsroseanal no umbrella stand hot. "What friendhotmommrsroseanal.... how free...?" she stammered.
     Damien looked at her, his expression blank. It occurred to Monica that in this position he could effortlessly look up her skirt to the tops of her stockings and even her high-cut lace panties , but she decided not to do anything friend about it. Maybe a little tease would free help bring him out of his withdrawal. She took a deep breath mom, feeling her friendhotmommrsroseanal round breasts pressing against her sheer friendhotmommrsroseanal silk blouse.
     She smiled friendhotmommrsroseanal. "Well , you're here now, so let's see if I can help you." She friend stayed on her friend knees a tad longer than free she needed to. It was fun to have a man looking at her tits.
     What had friend been a drab brown suit was now a shamelessly brief, tight friendhotmommrsroseanal microskirt, a see-through white bodyshirt and an unbuttoned bolero jacket, all in the finest silk. The scarlet jacket had gold buttons and gold trim. The outfit clung friend deliciously to friend a figure that clearly wasn't hers; not with those spectacular legs, that narrow free waist and dandy bottom, or those frankly enormous breasts that would have looked ridiculous had they not been so high and jutting.
     Monica whirled to face Damien. Her breasts and heels anal almost friend made her lose her balance. "What -- what have anal you done." she almost shouted.
     After a long moment a breathless voice responded: "S-Security mom."
     Monica straightened slowly. Diamond bracelets sparkled free on friendhotmommrsroseanal her wrists. She turned to face Damien. He was still smiling. It had an edge of pure friendhotmommrsroseanal evil now. "What have you done to them?" she whispered.
     "Look, Damien," she said friendhotmommrsroseanal urgently, "You can fight this. You don't have to give in to mrs the temptation. These -- what you've done friendhotmommrsroseanal to me is just childishness. It's anal a selfish indulgence, like masturbation. It's like friendhotmommrsroseanal when I slip two friendhotmommrsroseanal fingers anal into my cunny on the train and try to hot get myself off without anybody noticing." Dammit.
     Monica looked out to her outer office. Kerri, would friendhotmommrsroseanal be friendhotmommrsroseanal at her desk. She could get help hot. "Kerri." she shouted, as friendhotmommrsroseanal loud as she could.
     "I'm friend sorry, Dr. Sondgaard," said friendhotmommrsroseanal a soft free voice friendhotmommrsroseanal. Monica looked up to see another fantasy standing in the doorway. Her blonde hair tumbled to anal her waist. Her figure was stunning hot. She was dressed in a semi-transparent body stocking of purple lace free that mom stretched faithfully over every anal mouth-watering hot curve. The material grew marginally thicker around friendhotmommrsroseanal the crotch, providing more the allure of the unseen hot than true mom privacy.
     The blonde was shaking her head sadly. "I'm sorry Dr. Sondgaard, I can't do that," she explained. She was wearing black, thigh-high boots, the tightest Monica had ever mom seen. The sleek leather glistened as friendhotmommrsroseanal she sidled up to mom where friendhotmommrsroseanal Damien was sitting, managing her high-high heels with an ease that could friendhotmommrsroseanal only come from long practice. Just watching hot her made Monica hot tingle.
     Out in the outer office, Kerri began to scream in ecstasy as Mr. Albright brought her to free yet another orgasm. The man hot caught Monica's friend eye and winked at anal her. The door began mom to swing closed slowly.
     "You should not feel like you have failed, Doctor," Damien friendhotmommrsroseanal said anal consolingly . He friendhotmommrsroseanal stroked Alicia's long hair friendhotmommrsroseanal affectionately. The look on her friendhotmommrsroseanal face was pure bliss. "You have shown me the way to free myself from my hot conscience, even if friend I have rather succumbed anal to temptation. I'm trying anal to anal do good things. Alicia has never been so happy. Neither mom has your secretary."
     Monica looked down at her shoes for a moment. The polish was so keen she could see her reflection. She gave friendhotmommrsroseanal him her friendhotmommrsroseanal best free apologetic look, the one that worked so friend well on all her teachers. "Wellll, not all of them, sir. Only friendhotmommrsroseanal... my panties."
     "Yes, sir," Monica said. She shifted friendhotmommrsroseanal position a little and the friend headmaster friend's attention came back to her flaring thighs.
     The headmaster groaned. He shifted friend position in his seat friend, looking uncomfortable. "All right," he said friend at last. "I see what we will have anal to do friend. You are not to remove your undergarments for anyone mom while you friend are on the school grounds hot. Is that understood?"
     "Inspection anal? Sir?"
     The man was still kissing her wildly. "She's... not here hot," he friend replied friend, desperate. "It's just you friend and mom me. Please, Monica, darling, let me love you. I'm going insane." His groping hands found their way under her racy uniform .
     Monica flipped friend open a couple of buttons. "I've got a friend couple of great references," she husked, still stroking friend expertly. "Maybe you should look them over." She used her free hand to guide his head to her chest.
     "Oh, one more thing," Damien said, turning. "I don't know friend what you normally charge friend, but you have done me a great service friendhotmommrsroseanal, Doctor. So I've left you a gift. Two friendhotmommrsroseanal gifts, really. You'll find one in the bottom drawer of your desk. The other is right outside."
     Lazily, she picked up the trade magazine that was lying on her desk. It carried mom a centre-spread friend article friendhotmommrsroseanal entitled "Dr. Monica Sucksgood: Therapist to the Rich and Famous friend." Monica's movie friend-star face gazed back from the free photograph accompanying the friend article with a look hot enough to set the paper on fire.
     "Thanks, Kerri," Monica friend replied. Her appointment at one friend was a friendhotmommrsroseanal man named Damien. He hadn friend't said much when he booked the appointment, except that friend his problem was unusual.
     Something about Damien got her thinking about friend a free gift anal. Not quite friendhotmommrsroseanal knowing why, she opened the bottom drawer of her friend desk. She took free out the gleaming rosewood box and flipped open the lid.
     "Don't friendhotmommrsroseanal leave, Kerri," she said. Kerri gulped but did not move. She was still staring friend at the junction of Monica's thighs.
     Monica felt a twinge free of guilt about what she had planned friendhotmommrsroseanal for hot poor Kerri. It passed quickly. After all, everybody was basically friendhotmommrsroseanal selfish, trying to get ahead of the system a little mom, gain some personal advantage. She was just friend a little better at beating the system than most people.