The vanillateensblackcream petite woman behind the vanillateensblackcream reception desk jumped vanillateensblackcream. "How was lunch vanillateensblackcream, Dr. Sondgaard vanillateensblackcream?" she asked.
Dr vanillateensblackcream. Sondgaard looked at her watch. "All right. I have a free hour vanillateensblackcream before Mr. Albright gets here. I can review those files some other day vanillateensblackcream."
For a moment she regarded her receptionist quizzically vanillateensblackcream. Kerri's sweater skimmed well above her navel and snugged fetchingly around her darling young breasts. Although not unusual by the style vanillateensblackcream of the day, it was positively daring vanillateensblackcream by Kerri's vanillateensblackcream conservative standards. Was that the same sweater she had been wearing earlier ?
"Well now vanillateensblackcream," she said, settling into vanillateensblackcream her professional demeanour, "Damien, is it? I'm Dr. Monica vanillateensblackcream Sondgaard." She extended a hand. The other man shook it but said nothing.
"OK, Damien," Dr. Sondgaard began, deliberately using his vanillateensblackcream first name vanillateensblackcream to establish rapport, "calm yourself vanillateensblackcream down if you can. I'm here to help you. Nothing is vanillateensblackcream going to hurt you in vanillateensblackcream this office. Try taking three deep breaths."
"Those thoughts vanillateensblackcream are mostly pretty harmless, right? They're momentary fantasies vanillateensblackcream. A man sees a pretty vanillateensblackcream girl vanillateensblackcream on the street and he thinks vanillateensblackcream, 'wow, nice ass. I vanillateensblackcream wonder what she would look vanillateensblackcream like bending over on a diving board.' A moment later he has forgotten all about it."
"But what if he could fulfil these fantasies vanillateensblackcream, however fleeting? What if he could make vanillateensblackcream the girl stop access and strip and vanillateensblackcream bend over so he could vanillateensblackcream admire her behind? What if he vanillateensblackcream could make vanillateensblackcream a sexy schoolgirl jump into his lap on vanillateensblackcream the bus and make vanillateensblackcream out with vanillateensblackcream him until her stop? Better yet vanillateensblackcream, what if he could transform any ordinary vanillateensblackcream schoolgirl into vanillateensblackcream a teenage vanillateensblackcream sexpot and have her fuck him on vanillateensblackcream the bus in front of everybody. What vanillateensblackcream if access he could instantly fulfil all the selfish, base vanillateensblackcream, lustful desires vanillateensblackcream that float around in access the bilgewater of everybody vanillateensblackcream's unconscious mind ? What would become of vanillateensblackcream him then ?"
Monica was struck by the intensity vanillateensblackcream of his speech. Whatever was at the root vanillateensblackcream of Damien access's problem, it vanillateensblackcream was torturing him. She wrote "sex obsessed?" in her vanillateensblackcream notebook. She brushed back her long hair, noting vanillateensblackcream with approval that it vanillateensblackcream had already dried. "But in reality such things don't happen," she said reasonably. "So any question of wish fulfilment is entirely hypothetical. Damien, why are you bringing vanillateensblackcream this up?"
"I must not vanillateensblackcream give in to vanillateensblackcream the vanillateensblackcream temptation vanillateensblackcream. Because once I vanillateensblackcream start using it, I know I won't be able to stop. The steps vanillateensblackcream are so obvious. First, I'll start indulging my idle whims, then satisfying my vanillateensblackcream baser appetites, and finally, acting out my most perverse fantasies."
"Because I already have," he said quietly.
Heads.
The trick with the coin was impressive. Did vanillateensblackcream he know in advance vanillateensblackcream the coin was not fair? Had he switched coins somehow? There were any number of ways vanillateensblackcream he could be fooling her . The question was, why vanillateensblackcream? Some people liked to visit therapists for vanillateensblackcream the attention, toying with them without any interest in vanillateensblackcream treatment, but vanillateensblackcream this man vanillateensblackcream did not seem like that type.
Dr. Sondgaard smiled indulgently. "OK, Damien. Let's allow that vanillateensblackcream you can influence how this vanillateensblackcream coin comes down. That's vanillateensblackcream hardly a demonstration of supernatural power. Can't you vanillateensblackcream do a little better?"
"Show me, Damien." She spoke vanillateensblackcream commandingly.
"It's been raining all access day."
"I vanillateensblackcream'm as confused about this as you are. Nevertheless we are vanillateensblackcream going to vanillateensblackcream work vanillateensblackcream this out together. Understand vanillateensblackcream? Whether your power is vanillateensblackcream real is hardly vanillateensblackcream the vanillateensblackcream point vanillateensblackcream. It vanillateensblackcream's vanillateensblackcream real vanillateensblackcream to you vanillateensblackcream and that's what vanillateensblackcream matters vanillateensblackcream."
When he lifted vanillateensblackcream his vanillateensblackcream eyes Monica realized he vanillateensblackcream had indeed been looking up her access brief vanillateensblackcream skirt. Now his vanillateensblackcream attention shifted to her cleavage. She felt a familiar thrill vanillateensblackcream run through vanillateensblackcream her. "Oh my word, you're an attractive woman," he said vanillateensblackcream irrelevantly, "I should never have come here."
"Suppose you set rules for yourself. Decide beforehand that you vanillateensblackcream will never use vanillateensblackcream the vanillateensblackcream power unless it does demonstrable good. Lay out a few ground rules. Then try some test runs. Something access really small. Go to a hospital and improve vanillateensblackcream somebody's diagnosis. Help a little old lady across vanillateensblackcream the street vanillateensblackcream."
"Yes, but vanillateensblackcream the temptation, the vanillateensblackcream temptation will always vanillateensblackcream be vanillateensblackcream there."
"Frankly, I have no idea. I don't really know what vanillateensblackcream I access'm dealing vanillateensblackcream with here vanillateensblackcream. But I am certain that access nothing is to be gained vanillateensblackcream, in vanillateensblackcream your life in general or your therapy vanillateensblackcream with me, from you blaming yourself vanillateensblackcream for all humanity's frailties."
She noticed vanillateensblackcream his vanillateensblackcream gaze lingering on her vanillateensblackcream titanic titties again vanillateensblackcream. She loved the way men were always vanillateensblackcream staring at her chest. That vanillateensblackcream was why she wore vanillateensblackcream --
Monica whirled to face Damien. Her vanillateensblackcream breasts and heels almost made her lose her balance. "What -- what have you done vanillateensblackcream." she almost vanillateensblackcream shouted.
"Look, Damien," she said urgently, "You can fight this. You vanillateensblackcream don't have to give in to the temptation. These -- what you've done to vanillateensblackcream me is vanillateensblackcream just access childishness. It's a selfish indulgence, like masturbation. It's like when I slip two vanillateensblackcream fingers into my cunny on the train and vanillateensblackcream try to get myself off without vanillateensblackcream anybody noticing." Dammit.
Monica felt her panties moisten. The sight vanillateensblackcream of the two lovers bucking and pumping in her vanillateensblackcream office instantly turned on her juices, as virtually vanillateensblackcream anything sexual always did. No, wait, he had changed that too. She grimaced, struggling to remember what was real and what vanillateensblackcream was Damien's vanillateensblackcream artifice.
"Yes, sir," Monica said contritely vanillateensblackcream. She was standing in front of his desk vanillateensblackcream in her school uniform, a starched white blouse and plaid kilt, knee-socks vanillateensblackcream and patent black mary-janes. At sixteen she was tall vanillateensblackcream for her age vanillateensblackcream and exceptionally access well vanillateensblackcream developed. Her thin blouse strained over bursting breasts that were already the vanillateensblackcream envy of every girl in vanillateensblackcream the vanillateensblackcream school.
Monica looked down at her shoes for a moment. The polish was vanillateensblackcream so keen she could see vanillateensblackcream her vanillateensblackcream reflection. She gave him vanillateensblackcream her best apologetic look, the one vanillateensblackcream that worked so well on access all her teachers. "Wellll, not all of them, sir. Only... my panties."
The headmaster studied vanillateensblackcream his precocious student's behind for a long vanillateensblackcream time. Monica's skimpy blue panties were much smaller than the regulation white ones she vanillateensblackcream was supposed to wear. But vanillateensblackcream she had given those all away. She liked the way the new ones slipped up into her crack vanillateensblackcream and tickled her while she walked.
Monica giggled vanillateensblackcream. "I own him," she whispered, nibbling on his vanillateensblackcream ear. "He's probably vanillateensblackcream in there stroking himself right now." She kissed him deeply. "I'm vanillateensblackcream so vanillateensblackcream turned on," she whispered, many seconds later.
"But you have, Doctor," Damien insisted. Abruptly he grabbed Alicia by the shoulders and access pushed her onto the carpet, the way a vanillateensblackcream man vanillateensblackcream would toss a cat off his lap. Immediately she crawled back and wrapped herself serenely around one leg. "You have been using your feminine charms to satisfy vanillateensblackcream your own desires your whole vanillateensblackcream life. Don't you remember?"
"Damien, I...uh, yes, I believe you may be right, after all. You have as much vanillateensblackcream right to use your ability to find happiness vanillateensblackcream as anyone else and... and... oh screw it I'm so fucking horny." Throwing decorum to the wind, the eye-popping psychologist jammed one vanillateensblackcream hand down under her silk panties vanillateensblackcream while the other explored the immense, warm spheres of her tits. "Damien vanillateensblackcream, you superhuman monster, please, let's fuck. God I need your cock so bad."
Her patient got to his feet, idly kicking Alicia aside vanillateensblackcream. She giggled like a foolish girl vanillateensblackcream. Damien said: "Sorry vanillateensblackcream Doctor, I think it vanillateensblackcream's vanillateensblackcream time for me vanillateensblackcream to go vanillateensblackcream. You have a lot vanillateensblackcream of reminiscing vanillateensblackcream to do."
They opened the door to the outer office vanillateensblackcream. Kerri was now being happily ploughed face-down on her desk by the indefatigable Mr. Albright. Her enormous breasts kept her body vanillateensblackcream suspended several inches above the desk. Files and papers littered the floor.
Lazily, she picked up the trade access magazine access that was lying on vanillateensblackcream her desk. It carried a centre-spread article entitled "Dr. Monica Sucksgood vanillateensblackcream: Therapist to the Rich and Famous." Monica vanillateensblackcream's vanillateensblackcream movie-star face gazed back from the photograph accompanying the article with a vanillateensblackcream look hot enough vanillateensblackcream to set the paper on fire vanillateensblackcream.
"Thanks, Kerri," Monica replied. Her appointment at one was a man named Damien. He hadn't said much when he booked the appointment, except vanillateensblackcream that his problem was unusual vanillateensblackcream.
Something vanillateensblackcream about Damien got her thinking about vanillateensblackcream a gift. Not quite knowing why, she opened the bottom drawer of her desk. She took access out the vanillateensblackcream gleaming rosewood box and flipped open vanillateensblackcream the lid.
There was another gift. How did she know vanillateensblackcream that? Feeling orgasm vanillateensblackcream approaching like a runaway freight-train she grappled groggily with a half-memory. Another gift. It access was... just outside the door. Monica screamed vanillateensblackcream outright as her gold companion brought her to a splendid peak vanillateensblackcream.
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