 Monica groaned inwardly latinadultery. Not another one. Eight months earlier she had written a paper for a latinadultery psychological journal about paranormal experiences latinadultery such as hauntings and alien abductions. Even latinadultery though latinadultery her paper showed how all these traumas could be explained and latinadultery treated by conventional therapy, it had led to a parade latinadultery of oddballs through her office.
 Monica was struck by the intensity of his speech. Whatever was at the root of Damien's problem, it was torturing him. She wrote "sex obsessed?" in her notebook. She brushed back her long hair, noting with approval that latinadultery it had already dried. "But in reality such things don't happen," she latinadultery said reasonably. "So latinadultery any latinadultery question of latinadultery wish fulfilment is entirely hypothetical . Damien, why are you bringing this up?"
 He latinadultery was latinadultery becoming increasingly agitated. He got up from the couch and began to latinadultery pace back and forth, gesticulating as latinadultery he spoke. "This power of mine, this thing in my head latinadultery, it works latinadultery just like that. I don't have to latinadultery do anything. I just have to want something to change, and latinadultery it changes."
 Something about latinadultery the way he said that troubled Monica latinadultery. She decided to press on.
 "I can't say I blame her," she said, trying not latinadultery to sound accusatory. "Why should she latinadultery, or I?" You insist you have this supernatural ability, but you refuse to latinadultery demonstrate latinadultery it. Surely you can do something, some small thing to prove you latinadultery're not fabricating all this." It was necessary to force him to confront his delusion.
 "Damien latinadultery you're trying image to avoid the issue. I latinadultery don latinadultery't latinadultery want to talk about --"
 "Go to the window latinadultery. Look outside." He was calm again latinadultery.
 What was image going on? For a brief latinadultery moment, Monica just stood there, dumbfounded latinadultery. It had been pouring rain. She remembered distinctly. There was no umbrella stand latinadultery. "What latinadultery.... how...?" she stammered.
 Monica pulled herself together. Whatever was going on image here, she still had a patient that needed latinadultery help. She knelt down in front of him. "Damien, listen to me," she said gently, lifting his latinadultery head in latinadultery one hand.
 After a moment she got to her feet and sat down latinadultery in latinadultery her big chair beside the desk. She crossed her legs automatically, letting her foxy skirt slide high on her thighs. One dainty latinadultery red sandal dangled image off her toes. She knew she looked good.
 She latinadultery worked her puffy red lips into a smile to match his latinadultery, grateful that latinadultery she had at last latinadultery been able to do something for him. There was still a great latinadultery mystery here, this so-called power, and what it was really doing latinadultery (hypnotism latinadultery? complex self-deception latinadultery?) but that could wait image until latinadultery another latinadultery session. Damien had made great progress.
 Monica felt one of those rare moments of satisfaction that came from knowing she had used her latinadultery skills to genuinely help somebody. It was a good feeling latinadultery, like latinadultery the contented buzz she got from sucking cock.
 Monica whirled to face latinadultery Damien. Her breasts and heels almost made her latinadultery lose her balance. "What latinadultery -- what have you done!" she almost shouted.
 Unexpectedly, the image of Damien's hard-on sent latinadultery a thrill of excitement through her latinadultery. She latinadultery set her latinadultery jaw. She marched over to the desk latinadultery, four-inch heels sinking into the plush carpet, and jabbed the emergency button on the intercom. Her fingernail was flawlessly polished latinadultery.
 The line went dead.
 "Nothing harmful," he said easily. "The security staff are just getting to know one another latinadultery. I latinadultery think they'll be busy for quite a while."
 Monica felt her stability slipping. The whole latinadultery situation was too unreal, too impossible to grasp. She couldn't stop thinking about sex.
 At latinadultery the moment, the sofa latinadultery was occupied. Kerri latinadultery was on the bottom latinadultery, or at least a busty centrefold model that latinadultery looked like Kerri, wearing nothing but fishnet stockings and her trademark latinadultery black patent sandals with latinadultery six latinadultery-inch platform heels. She had latinadultery her legs in the air. She was panting loudly latinadultery as she was latinadultery vigorously fucked by a musclebound man that Monica vaguely recognized.
 The latinadultery office smelled faintly of varnish and leather-bound books. The desk was old and wooden, but as clean and polished as latinadultery the hardwood floor beneath her feet . A half-finished letter curled latinadultery through the typewriter. She could image see chrysanthemums blooming in latinadultery the latinadultery garden outside the window.
 "These latinadultery accusations latinadultery are latinadultery very serious. Very latinadultery serious indeed. I will latinadultery not tolerate such indecent behaviour in this school. Do you understand?"
 "Yes, sir," Monica said contritely. She was standing in front of his desk in her school uniform, a starched white blouse and plaid kilt , knee-socks and latinadultery patent black latinadultery mary-janes. At sixteen she was image tall for her age latinadultery and latinadultery exceptionally well latinadultery developed. Her thin latinadultery blouse strained over bursting breasts that latinadultery were already the envy of latinadultery every girl in the school latinadultery.
 "But latinadultery this... outrageous behaviour has got to stop. At once. Do you understand me, girl?"
 "Yes, sir ," Monica said. She shifted position latinadultery a little and latinadultery the headmaster's attention came back to her latinadultery flaring thighs.
 "Tell me, so I can understand the extent of this indecency, how many boys were... buying your latinadultery panties?"
 "Uhm, three or latinadultery four," Monica latinadultery said. The real latinadultery number was more like twice that, not even counting the latinadultery teachers.
 "And latinadultery to ensure your latinadultery compliance, you will report latinadultery to my office once each latinadultery day for inspection image."
 Monica's uniform skirt was so latinadultery short that bending even slightly was sufficient to reveal whether she wore panties, but she complied with the headmaster's command. He got to his feet and stepped around behind her. Looking up at him from latinadultery between her legs, she could latinadultery see the insistent bulge tenting the front of latinadultery his dress slacks. She smiled inwardly latinadultery. She wondered briefly if he was as big as Mr. Hill, the geography latinadultery teacher.
 "You might lose your latinadultery panties," Damien sniggered. He already had both hands under latinadultery her tiny latinadultery skirt latinadultery.
 "That latinadultery, that never happened," Monica stammered, "You made that all up." It was impossible that her teen years could have been like that, or latinadultery that Damien could have latinadultery been her boyfriend latinadultery. The memory was like a latinadultery scene from a dirty movie, not real life.
 Damien said: "Don't your see, Doctor? We are all fundamentally selfish, always taking advantage of others for our own benefit. Even you. I latinadultery'm a little better at beating latinadultery the system, that latinadultery's all."
 "Bullshit." exclaimed Monica, all pretence of calmness abandoned. She resisted the urge to scream. "Don't try to pretend that I latinadultery'm like you, you monster. I do have moral values and I latinadultery live by them. I can't sweet-talk my way through life and I wouldn't latinadultery if I could." She could latinadultery almost latinadultery feel the acid assaulting her, dribbling latinadultery into her latinadultery brain.
 "Ooooh, George, you latinadultery randy man," Monica chided, letting him press her body against his. "Are you walking around latinadultery with latinadultery a big latinadultery hard for latinadultery me again?" She was in her latinadultery red and white candy-striper's uniform, her enormous breasts spilling out the top latinadultery, the skirt far latinadultery shorter latinadultery than anyone could possibly latinadultery get away with, yet somehow she did. "What latinadultery about your wife?"
 "What? Please, honey, I told you latinadultery there's latinadultery nothing I image can do. It latinadultery's the best latinadultery psychiatric school in the country. We get thousands of applicants. There's a waiting list..."
 One delicate hand slipped down into his scrubs. "But you're the latinadultery head of the whole school, Georgy," Monica purred. "You latinadultery can let in whoever you want, can't you? Couldn 't you latinadultery make one little exception, just for me?"
 The older latinadultery man was latinadultery gasping for latinadultery breath. "Monica, darling... please... It, it's not that uh. oh latinadultery god, not that easy. You latinadultery need uhn, transcripts and, and r-references..."
 They opened the door to the outer office. Kerri was now latinadultery being happily ploughed face-down on her desk by the indefatigable Mr. Albright. Her enormous breasts kept image her body suspended several inches above the desk. Files and papers littered the floor.
 Monica leaned back in her plush leather chair and plopped her latinadultery four and a half inch heels up latinadultery on the desk. She latinadultery was wearing latinadultery her favourite hip-boots, soft as butter and tight as a coat of paint. She pulled up her brief skirt and latinadultery ran her hand lovingly up and down one black-encased latinadultery leg latinadultery.
 Lazily, she picked latinadultery up the trade magazine that was latinadultery lying on her image desk. It carried latinadultery a centre latinadultery-spread latinadultery article entitled "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 latinadultery set the paper on fire.
 She spread her legs a little wider, as the acid seeped deeper into her soul.
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