Her employer truecelebs stepped into the reception area truecelebs of her office, shaking out her truecelebs umbrella. "Lunch was wet," she replied. "The streets are wet, the cab was wet, and I truecelebs'm wet truecelebs." She folded her umbrella and ran truecelebs her fingers through short brown hair. "My hair is a mess truecelebs," she supplied truecelebs. She started truecelebs unbuttoning her raincoat. She stopped when she truecelebs saw truecelebs her receptionist truecelebs was truecelebs about to say something truecelebs.
Dr. Sondgaard looked at her watch . "All right. I have a free hour before Mr. Albright gets truecelebs here. I can truecelebs review those files truecelebs some other day."
"Well now," she said, settling into her professional truecelebs demeanour, "Damien truecelebs, is truecelebs it? I'm Dr. Monica Sondgaard." She extended a hand. The other man shook it but said truecelebs nothing.
The man truecelebs hadn't shaved for a couple truecelebs of days. His clothing was clean but rumpled truecelebs. His eyes were haunted, shifting nervously this truecelebs way truecelebs and truecelebs that. He avoided looking at truecelebs her.
Anyone truecelebs could see that the man was in distress truecelebs; it truecelebs didn truecelebs't take truecelebs a psychologist to figure that truecelebs out. The first thing was truecelebs to welcome get him calmed down a little, Monica decided, work truecelebs through the crisis, then look at the long truecelebs-term truecelebs situation truecelebs. It didn truecelebs't help truecelebs that he had hardly said a word since he came in.
Monica truecelebs groaned inwardly. Not another one truecelebs. Eight months earlier truecelebs she had written a paper for a psychological journal about paranormal experiences such truecelebs as hauntings and alien abductions. Even though her paper truecelebs showed how all truecelebs these traumas truecelebs could be explained truecelebs and treated by conventional therapy, it truecelebs had led to a parade of truecelebs oddballs through her office.
Actually, that was quite enough detail, Monica thought, wincing truecelebs. "I see," she said again, trying to keep the revulsion out of her voice. "This truecelebs ritual conferred some sort of magical ability on truecelebs you, is that right? How do truecelebs you know you have it?" She crossed her knees sedately truecelebs. For a moment her patient's welcome glance fell to her legs, below the hem of her tasteful, knee-length truecelebs skirt.
He sat down heavily. "It truecelebs's like acid," he said softly truecelebs. "An acid of the mind. It eats away at my humanity, bit by bit. Corroding. Corrupting. Eventually it will leak out, and my truecelebs soul will be truecelebs indelibly stained."
He wound down, looking at Monica expectantly, hoping for understanding. She arched a delicate welcome eyebrow truecelebs. Most of truecelebs her patients didn't present such unusual symptoms. She shook off the clinging image truecelebs of a truecelebs schoolgirl having public sex on a bus long truecelebs enough to truecelebs realize that he had concocted an elaborate delusion.
She said: "If your new power is too corruptive to use, then how do truecelebs you truecelebs know truecelebs it really exists?" It was time to challenge his contorted perception.
Something about the way he said that troubled Monica truecelebs. She decided to press truecelebs on.
Heads.
Oh boy , Monica thought privately. This was getting weird. "OK, Damien. We'll work this out truecelebs together. So far though, your conviction welcome has not matched the evidence. All I've seen you do is a coin truecelebs trick. You truecelebs will truecelebs have to do better than welcome that to convince me."
"Damien you're trying to avoid the truecelebs issue. I don't truecelebs want to talk truecelebs about --"
What was going truecelebs on truecelebs? For truecelebs a brief moment, Monica just stood truecelebs there, dumbfounded. It had been pouring rain. She remembered distinctly . There truecelebs was no umbrella stand. "What.... how truecelebs...?" she stammered.
Damien was truecelebs leaning over, his hands clasped in his lap. "I asked you not to make me do that. Oh god, it's truecelebs so damned easy."
"As it is for all of us truecelebs. Remember Damien truecelebs, you had your moral values established before you received this truecelebs gift truecelebs, or whatever it is. You still have that beacon truecelebs to guide you truecelebs. The truecelebs very fact truecelebs that you are so distraught about what you have not even truecelebs done yet proves that you are a man truecelebs of truecelebs strong moral character welcome. Use that strength truecelebs to steer truecelebs your use truecelebs of the power."
"Right."
Monica truecelebs felt one of those welcome rare moments of truecelebs satisfaction truecelebs that came from knowing she had used truecelebs her skills to genuinely help truecelebs somebody. It was a good feeling, like the contented buzz she got from sucking cock.
He looked offended. "But Doc, come truecelebs on truecelebs, you were so bland truecelebs. Now you're a total dish. I'm truecelebs getting a woody just looking at truecelebs you."
The truecelebs line went dead.
"I'm sorry, Dr. Sondgaard," said a soft voice. Monica looked truecelebs up to see truecelebs another fantasy standing in the doorway. Her blonde hair tumbled to her truecelebs waist. Her figure was stunning. She was dressed in truecelebs a truecelebs semi-transparent body stocking of purple lace that stretched faithfully over every mouth truecelebs-watering curve. The material grew marginally truecelebs thicker around the crotch, providing more the allure of the unseen than true privacy truecelebs.
"I'm Professor Alicia Cummins. Damien's graduate truecelebs supervisor." Monica stared at her in shock. Yummy tits, but not as big as mine, she thought smugly.
"Au contraire, my truecelebs little sextoy," said Damien casually truecelebs. "The good doctor has truecelebs done so much for me. She truecelebs found the truecelebs key truecelebs to free me from truecelebs my guilt. It's like being let out of prison. For the first time in my life I'm truecelebs truly free."
"You see, he can change anything he wants. This power of his -- it's irresistible. Eventually he even truecelebs changed me. I adore him, Dr. Sondgaard truecelebs. I truecelebs'm utterly devoted now." The lace truecelebs-and-leather- clad professor welcome looked down on truecelebs her student truecelebs with a worshipful truecelebs gaze, tussling his hair absently truecelebs. Damien made a little clucking sound truecelebs and patted truecelebs his truecelebs knee. Monica expected Alicia to sit in his lap, but instead she sank to her booted knees beside truecelebs him and laid her head in his lap like a welcome dog welcome.
"These accusations are very serious. Very serious indeed. I will not tolerate such indecent truecelebs behaviour in this school. Do you understand?"
The headmaster took a deep breath. "All right," he said at last. "Ordinarily, this would be grounds for expulsion." His eyes roamed over truecelebs her svelte curves truecelebs as Monica gave him her best puppy-dog look truecelebs. "But," he amended quickly welcome, "I truecelebs don't want to be harsh; especially truecelebs to a student truecelebs that seems otherwise so... promising. His truecelebs gaze lingered truecelebs on her overfilled blouse. The top two buttons had truecelebs come undone.
The headmaster let out his breath. "Very well, Monica," he truecelebs said officiously truecelebs. "That, that is all for today. I expect to see you tomorrow at the same time." He turned truecelebs away from her and looked out the window, perhaps trying to hide his erection.
Monica giggled. "I own him," she whispered, nibbling on his truecelebs ear. "He truecelebs's probably truecelebs in there stroking himself right truecelebs now." She kissed him deeply. "I'm so turned on," she whispered, many seconds later.
"That, that never happened," Monica stammered, "You made that all truecelebs up." It was impossible that her teen years could have been like that, or that Damien could have been her boyfriend. The memory was like a scene from truecelebs a dirty movie, not real life.
The man was still kissing her wildly. "She truecelebs's... not here," he replied truecelebs, desperate. "It's just you and me. Please, Monica, darling, let me love you. I'm going insane truecelebs." His groping hands found their way under her racy truecelebs uniform.
They opened the door to the truecelebs outer office. Kerri was now being happily truecelebs ploughed truecelebs face-down on her desk by the indefatigable Mr. Albright. Her enormous breasts kept truecelebs her truecelebs body suspended several inches above truecelebs the desk. Files and papers littered the truecelebs floor truecelebs.
The vibrator inside was exquisitely beautiful. Slender and elaborately sculpted with smooth bulbs and ridges that promised all manner of delightful sensations, it was finished truecelebs in pure gold. Monica gently lifted it truecelebs out of the padded box. It came alive at her touch. It's soft hum sounded eager.
This truecelebs was the perfect time to take this baby out for a test drive truecelebs, Monica decided. She unzipped her truecelebs white sweater, which sprang apart truecelebs instantly. Her truecelebs enormous, man-melting mammaries exuberantly overflowed truecelebs the truecelebs webbing truecelebs of her bra. Monica ran the tip truecelebs of the vibrator across truecelebs her nipples experimentally. "Mmmmmm welcome yes, very nice," she whispered, eyes closed.
The door burst open . "Dr. Sucksgood. Are you all right?" Kerri exclaimed truecelebs. "I heard you -- oh my god." The naive receptionist had not expected to see her employer, boot-wrapped legs spread wide truecelebs on her desk, shamelessly pleasuring truecelebs herself truecelebs with a buzzing welcome gold truecelebs dildo. Her eyes locked on Monica's pussy, where the oversexed psychologist was still easing the vibrator in and out slowly, enjoying the warm afterglow of her adventure.
"Doctor," Kerri said in a truecelebs small , respectful voice, "would you truecelebs like me to... clean you up?" Her eyes were bright with hope and yearning truecelebs. The second truecelebs gift truecelebs.
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